The word ‘Rich’ can be interpreted in many different ways. In this unusual game show, two men battle it out to discover who the audience believes is truly ‘Richer by Far’ . . .
This lovely poem is written by my equally lovely and talented 10 year old niece,
Of an absurd bird?
Sitting in a tree
Looking for a bee
and each small step is tough;
when brightness leaches from your soul
and it all feels too much. Continue reading Painted Grey
like snakes discarding skins;
they start anew, a fresher view
reborn again in spring.
Your spirit lives on in the hearts that you touched,
with your humour, your kindness, your time;
words simply treasured and gestures of love:
these memories will always be mine.
Oh this love that curls
deliciously, enmeshing my open
heart with every beat.
Wherever I roam through the countries and towns,
if a week or an hour or a year,
my heart doesn’t stray from the place that I love;
my home will always be here.
Lawns mowed in rhythm,
cars washed in time,
children smile in tune.