Hello/Kia Ora, Winter. Well, it feels like it, though officially, we're still clinging to autumn.
Tag: #poetry
Am I stronger than the storm?
I'm walking along the beach
Bye Bye Butterfly
The gentle beauty of a butterfly.
Grandad’s Patch
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.
Ronaldo
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 