As the waves
of memories
crash down upon
my cerebral shores
the tides of change
alter my recollections.
No longer do I swim
amongst the waves
the water has become
too cold.
Aye! Superb Andrew. We drove along the Great Ocean Road past the remainder of the Apostles on to the Great Bight and the cold cold everything that can freeze even the recollections of yesteryear! Truly enjoyed. Freds.
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..