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 beautiful photograph...of downtown, smalltown as people prepare to "walk to work, on Monday morning"...The quote is
straight and to the point!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D
I know your kids are well behaved, but to expect them to be quiet all day is asking the impossible.
Nearly time for us to visit again. Are the kids ready for us?
DeeDee, we've 200k!
Magpie, I am lucky to take in the water.
As in "who is"?
Really, I would have expected far better...
You still haven't answered my question! Are the kids ready to terrorise me again this weekend? I am looking forward to being subjected to any manner of torment a child can mete out to a grandparent.