What is this vastness I feel here on the verandah, on this tiny patch of ancient earth, my tiny being, taking in this scene, this dark...

Sixty-three summers have shone their light How many more their fleeting memory will hold, How many more warm summer breezes will I feel...

The window where I sit, Is the place where all thought and, contemplation comes. Speaking to me through the trees, the birds and sky. The...

Always searching for the beauty, and the colour of a rainbow. We look out there, only to realise, we are wearing it, as a beautiful...