I do not yet know you by nameBut by your colours and your rarityFor neither do you know how you are calledNor know your fame:What’s good for you is good enough for me. You clothe the meadows high amongst the clouds:That realm of air; that airy realm of hopeFar high above the clamouring cries and Curses... Continue Reading →
420 million years of historyGeologyDeep timeHeld in the palmOf my warm-blooded hand And I find when I hold this fossilRelic of the ancient earthOnce livingPetrified, preservedThat time means nothing: You were a 'happy, happy living thing'You served your timeBecame a piece of earthI took you from the basket in a fossil shopLabelled ‘420 million years’... Continue Reading →
The two of us looked out at the blue sky, the bare chestnut tree glistening with dew, the seagulls and other birds glinting with silver as they swooped through the air, and we were so moved and entranced that we couldn't speak.Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, 23 February 1944 As I write... Continue Reading →
