Thoughts

When very small

I used to wonder
whence we came

and wither we would wander

*

Now, having eached

a grey-haired age

I am neither

wise nor sage

*

The dreams I dreamt

the paths I trod

have led no closer

or nearer to God.

Please click on photo, it is worth enlarging!

At Seventeen

...those were the days my friend...

Time has marched on and taken it's toll.

now, on the last day when the numbers

can be reversed, the old car has had a

number of overhauls, but refuses to run smoothly.

God willing, a little longer and then the scrap yard

or fertillizer for my roses. At least that's useful.

All our photos were lost in the 1983 bushfires,this is

one of the few remaining of my first 46 years of life.