Unfortunately they never last long here…too much wild life, so I snapped it quickly and here it is, a poem in itself. It always delights me to come across a fresh toadstool, as below, stunning in its bright red and white. The Man From in the Moon and The Peace of Wild Things.Infinity:is skin and bone an illusion? by Helen McKinlay.The Tui’s Speech of Welcome-a poem for Matariki.Thoughts on the poetry of nano particles from Shakespeare and me.“Shoulders” by Naomi Shihab Nye March 21, 2022.
The Tui’s Speech of Welcome-a poem for Matariki June 24, 2022.The Guesthouse by Jalaluddin Rumi October 4, 2022.Thoughts on the poetry of nano particles from Shakespeare and me November 29, 2022.‘Trees’ by Joyce Gilmer December 12, 2022."You are old, father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white And yet you incessantly stand on your head - Do you think, at your age, it is right? "In my youth," father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again." "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before, And you have grown most uncommonly fat Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door - Pray what is the reason for that?" "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, "I kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment - one shilling a box - Allow me to sell you a couple?" "You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak - Pray, how did you mange to do it?" "In my youth," said his fater, "I took to the law, And argued each case with my wife And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life.".
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