Category: Poetry

Musings, New Zealand, Poetry

Grandad’s Patch

Suzanne

Grandad Ballard and with the assistance became a market gardener when he was given the opportunity to buy fertile land in Gisborne after the war. With Nana's helping hands they grew an abundance of kumara.

Life at No.22, Musings, Poetry

Ronaldo

Suzanne

There are times when reading the local newspaper ignites a smile. Today, was one of those times and prompted this poem.

Life at No.22, Musings, Poetry

Rain on me

Suzanne

Walking along muddy trails. listening to the beat of raindrops, nostrils filled with freshened air, catching drops on my tongue - beats a moment of sitting indoors clean and dry.