Better Never Than Late? Links to this post. Tuesday, 24 December 2013. Feel free to make up your own tune or extra words. Some, they have a talent, a real artistic flair,. To make their gifts look lovely, so clearly wrapped with care. Adorned with bows and ribbons, with bits of tinsel in. Now gaze upon my own poor gift, like something from a bin.

Friday, 25 December 2009. Sunday, 14 September 2008. His political leanings and h.

Sunday, September 5, 2010. Poetry Bus Poem - Check post below for the latest passengers. The Bus doors are still open - anyone who wants to hop on board can just leave a comment and your link will be added to the post below. Work; school; a trip to the shops;. Small town traffic on the coast road.

When Friday was predicted to be rain free, Leslie suggested that we finally return to The Bloedel Reserve since they told us there would be more flowers shortly. There were early native flowers, like these Red Currants. And fields full of magnificent Skunk Cabbage.

Some stray strands of twisted brain waves. Friday, October 14, 2011. As shared at Magpie Tales. It was 2 in the morning. Going in and out of consciousness for the past three hours, hands tied by thick barbed fence wires from across the field, the body slumped and hit the floor face down. Thought he could have me behind bars . Expensive these days, bu.

I step out in the morning without concern. In spite of a lack of winged guardian. Nor do I hang from my keys. The preserved limb of some furry friend. To ensure protection against the evil eye. The power of the four leaf clover. Is a mystery I am content to live without. Coins stay securely in my pocket. When I pass a wishing well,. And shooting stars are safe from unreasonable demands. I glibly walk under ladders. Take the number 13 bus.