Stick with me mate, and we'll go places...
I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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What a nice photograph of Henry and Ezra.
Nice quote too!
Thanks, for sharing...I agree with you...Two cute children...
DeeDee ;-D
Ezra has such a carefree look on his face - footloose and fancy free...being taken care of by big brother.
In this shot I can see Kim in Henry and my mother in Ezras mouth and chin. The likeness is so uncanny.
I did have other witty sayings but couldn't get on the web last night. Your nan would have been so pleased.