Grandad Ballard 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.
There are times when reading the local rag ignites a smile. Today, was one of those times and prompted this poem.
Rain on me
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.
The Glow of Opportunity – 2023
Wishing 2023 holds as much hope, opportunities, laughter and love as you can grab with both hands.
Our Dad - no words can fully describe the loss that will be felt for years to come if not all our lives. Though we know it's a blessing that he can now be at peace.
You must be logged in to post a comment.