Matthew 14:22-33 My Dad knew a bloke who could teach me to swimMy seven year self set off feeling grimThis whole new experience filled me with doubtNevertheless, togs and towel after school I set out. The Port Canal was the place where we musteredA small group of kids and a bloke where we clusteredHe hadContinue reading “Getting wet feet”
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A New Year’s Resolution awaiting fulfilment…
A bit of bush doggerel for a job I have to get done… I sit by the fountain on New Year’s Day; the bricks shimmer and shine in burning heat. Through the parched bowls the leaves swirl and sway; no streams of water – the pump is beat! Beneath the cover the water is brackish;Continue reading “A New Year’s Resolution awaiting fulfilment…”
Wondering Pilgrim 