http://www.australianliterarycompendium.com/birdessay.html COOLLECTIVE MEMORIES FROM BEFORE MY TIME. Memory becomes a passion. Its 3.34pm now. I have been out for lunch with a young friend. At her house in the trees. Its made of stone and timbers. Lets sit down now on the Bench and have a Yaan about being Home again and the passion for … Read more
MARCH 5 2011 : A farmer was seen lifting up his pigs, one at a time, to eat apples out of a tree. A passerby said, "Wouldn’t it save a lot of time to shake the tree and let them eat the apples on the ground?" The farmer replied, "What’s time to a pig?"
http://reocities.com/unmark/mquotes.html Strong and unafraid, it’s the fishing she loves, the family eventually together, safe sleeping in beds in a house near the water. She’s proud to be her mother’s helper and longs for new wings to to free her from swings, to fly high, to plunge into the bay to find mermaids to play with … Read more
THE END OF SUMMER The summer days are fading, as they mustFrom endless hours to short and fleeting lightThe bird’s once bright, immortal tune, now criesA melancholy aura to the duskThe children fiercely climb, and dream, and raceBefore their wild and unchained days depart Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck, USA. The last day of February and of … Read more