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The Bright Blue Sky
The bright blue sky: a memory
Of our infancy, bathed in light.
In a cloudless recollection,
We dare to revisit those days,
When, brim full of freedom from care,
We ran and pedalled like the wind,
Unfazed, it seems, on our stick legs,
Licking clean our knocks and grazes.
Old snaps solidify our smiles.
This lost land of the all-possible
Soon dimmed its way to school and...
Monday 16th June 2025 8:19 am
The Oval, 1965
It is through events and at gatherings
That the meaning of time is understood.
As we pack together in a huddle,
Time passes us by and yet it connects
And joins us as one, like links in a chain,
When we combine, as indistinct as rain.
Sixty years ago, I was in a crowd,
Some of whom were there sixty years before;
This summer I see some with years ahead.
This cycle con...
Friday 23rd May 2025 9:18 am
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