Tick Tock (A Poem)

  Tick tock  goes the clock flick flack flips the calendar   What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for?   well,   oh, my dear– haven’t you heard? oh, my querying self– don’t you know?   I’m travelling to Australia in one week that one place you’ve whispered  ...

An Ode to Tauranga

The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can,  Pursuing it with eager feet,  until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then?  I cannot say.  -J.R.R....