Monday, 30 June 2014

Book Review for Mystery at Dead Man's Ridge.

Book Review : “Mystery at Deadman’s Ridge”
                            By Mandy Edwards
Reviewed by Anne Cook, Class teacher, Cromwell Primary School

Nothing much happens in the country, right? Wrong! City girl, Maggie finds that out quickly when she comes to stay with her farming cousins in the backblocks of rural Otago. Sheep rustling, the discovery of a marijuana plot, gun shots in the night , the injuring of a shepherd, a marauding hawk…..are some of the challenges that the young characters have to deal with.
“Mystery at Deadman’s Ridge” is a fast paced read that is action packed; full of twists & turns and is hard to put down. It’s a real mystery story with characters that are real. I’ve met them all in my time on the land.
Mandy Edwards draws on her vast experience of life in Rural New Zealand. Farming in Otago is portrayed accurately with subtle explanations woven in. One can easily relate to the hectic pace at shearing time, the busy woolshed and yards, and the capable, hard working  farming family eeking out a living on the land.
The young farm boys, Tom and Luke, are highly capable as farm kids are: whether it’s working dogs, mustering stock, helping in the woolshed or riding a quad bike. There is a natural ease and confidence. By the same token, Maggie, although out of her comfort zone in the country is savvy with a cell phone. It is the kids, not the adults, who solve the mystery and bring the villains to justice.

All young people, whether from a rural or urban background will enjoy this book. I highly recommend it.


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Man and Wife

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I lie with you beneath this willow tree;
its viridescent branches hide us here,
and listen to the shrieks of youngsters, free
unfettered by those burdens we must bear.
It’s simple here to let my troubles ease;
I sigh, relax and watch you drift away,
enchanted by the shadows of the leaves,
that dance upon your face in gleeful play.
I slow my heart to beat in time with yours,
and marvel at each gentle breath you take;
I feel the rising swell of inner shores,
And turn my back upon that lonely ache.
  For in this magic place no worldly strife,
  Can dissipate our love as man and wife.

Thursday, 5 June 2014

The joy of child care

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You rush at me this morn with open arms.
I gladly scoop you up and hold you close,
breathe in the heady scent of talc and soap,
a hint of milk and jam and buttered toast.

Your lips begin to tremble; Mum departs.
Another friend arrives, I crouch down low,
transform into a tiger's snarling jaws,
and watch your face. A smile begins to grow.

You stumble on the mat upon the floor, and
tears spill quickly from your full moon eyes.
Such trifling troubles yet for one so brave;
a magic kiss brings sunny cloudless skies.

You look upon the world with simple joy.
There's no pretence; nothing you must hide.
Another day of freedom to explore,
to seek, to find, to know, to be a child.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2014.