The tattered cord can again become knotted. It holds but it is torn. Perhaps we’ll…
Category: poetry
The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever
One of my favourite Les Murray poems
My mind to me a kingdom is
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find That it…
Call of the Wild
Subaru in the snow, a photo by RaeAllen on Flickr. Have you gazed on naked…
Madness of men
The madness of men, Is seldom acknowledged, And rarely appreciated.
A life lived later
The word That defines my life: Later. Mine has been A life that will be…
Lifetimes seldom fill a hundred years
I live far off in the wild Where moss and woods Are thick and plants…
The Man Watching
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on…
It Ain’t What You Do, It’s What It Does To You
I have not bummed across America with only a dollar to spare, one pair of…
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye…