Kia ora koutou, here we are again. Time to fold up the Wednesday Busk tent for this year.
Its interesting writing a blog a week. Inevitably some are better reading than others. Sometimes I sit down on a Tuesday and my mind is totally blank and then something will occur, other times I get a bit steamed up, or have experienced something enjoyable and want to tell you about it.
Here’s a poem from my memoir, These Two Hands.
Tonight
The fence of brown plaited wood
the line of hills the sky glowing over
this particular day when the sods
give way to the fork and for a moment
all the hands that ever dug
are in the sweat rolling lazy on your skin
and there it is again
the feeling of being part of a story…
Renée
ps… and now you are part of my story and I am part of yours… be back in late January.
