Thursday fragments 18

I started school the next day while Mum and Dad tried to find a house to rent.  It was just like starting my first day of kindergarten all over again. I sat there looking at my feet while Mum talked with the school headmaster. He looked like he was a hundred years old and as…

The futility of war

good men brave and true do not fear the leap into danger it is for women and children to sit home and quiver until the good men do not return

Gilbert’s grave

Once I stood by Gilbert’s grave On a night of frost and cold Listening to the breezes whisper A tale from days of old And in my dreams When the night was dark The bushranger by the stream Awoke to a warning yell His horse was at his side The moment the mounted troopers fell Three…

Thursday fragments 17

With my face pressed against the window, I watched the miles rushing past as we headed south. The tears running down my cheeks could have flooded the big rivers of the north coast, but they had started to dry up as we left the lush green pastures of sad-eyed dairy cattle behind. The coastal landscape…