I was introduced to keeping journals in my primary school, but from the very beginning I kept a public journal and a private one. My public journal was full of tales of excursions, interesting food and the mundane things of everyday life. My private journal was where I poured out where I felt about theContinue reading “June’s Journal”
The old garden is gone It has become a secret garden of memory I still hear the bird song there sometimes I am sure the eagle is flying to bring me home there I fly between the kauri pine branches and watch the flocks of lorikeets But I waken to a different place a gardenContinue reading “a new garden”
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