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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Okay, Kris, tell us how you really feel...I agree with you, new adventures and challenges are always exciting.
Kris, the photograph Of the flowers are beautiful.
I also enlarged the photo(graph) in order to get a closer look-see and after viewing the photograph...
...I truly appreciate your "in-focus" and "out-Of-focus" photo-taking.
Thanks, for sharing the poetry too!
DeeDee ;-D
I wish you luck in your endeavour to attain a position equal to your qualifications. And expectations.
Roddy, somewhat more than I than…