One wild night again. Seems winter has held off for long enough, and now wants to make up for lost time. Flash after flash of lightning, and thunder sounding as though someone was dropping rocks on the roof. But it wasn’t rocks on the roof, just torrential rain looking for a way in. Luckily the repairs to our roof were good…
the spark of iron
© Maureen Sudlow
an old man
ANZAC Day is a day on which Australians and New Zealanders remember those who gave their lives in the service of their country.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
(Robert Laurence Binyon ‘For the Fallen’)