I saw her neath the willow tree.More comely damsel rarely foundI venture say, do be with me.The wily dame will not be bound. As cool

Why do I climb this mountain so coldsurely I must be growing oldWhen is there the sense to stop. clawing up to the top. The

She sits astride the garden.Remembering the glory of her Himalayan past.New leaves, reach for the sky above.Drooping below, still exuding charm. Leaves like longboats, the

The Upset. We were fine till you shifted to the other side A beautiful day, fair sea Sailing along on even keel Father will be

The Stolid mass of macrocarpa trees. Massive bowels, evidence of time. Surround our first abode, Stand out in my mind. Witch like tentacles, hang broodingly,

Some women. Most flowers. Lucerne hay drying. High Country sheep sheds. The sea newly approached. Good Coffee. Fresh sea fish. Mountains of drying fish. (Africa)