Oranges hanging
Feijoas, limes, waiting to be picked
Neighbours’ cats still roam about
All these call for my return
But one man I long to see
Will be waiting at the door
To welcome me
How I miss you
How I miss home
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
Trees in the garden
Oranges hanging Feijoas, limes, waiting to be picked Neighbours’ cats still roam about All these call for my return But one man I long to see Will be waiting at the door To welcome me How I miss you How I miss home I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |