Stardust is the stuff Of which we’re all made What is the nature of stardust What is its colour and shade? The incandescent beauty Of the diamond-dusted star Is what all life is made of It’s what we all are. Eons ago all matter…

……….Home A southern marsh, all green and brown Is the place we call our own Our first, most restful home. Here we were hatched,fledged and taught Here we sported, played, mock-fought With other nestlings. Wingtip to wingtip we filled the sky Exulting as we learned…

All my life I’ve had a gift A way with precious words That when the right ones come to me I put them into verse If I try to force it Or change it, just like that If I try to make it different I’ll…

I always thought it best to say The salient gifts you gave to me One of these is the gift of love that I enjoy it’s nice to have Another one that came from you Is trust I know I earned so true You trust…

“Look at this!” She said grabbing a rock out of the riverbed.   My mouth drops open/ I sing its praises.   She finds another one. And another.   One black. One red. One smooth.   Each rock is special, Each rock must be worshipped…

Thank you Poetry Marathon. In addition to the bragging rights, I can say I’ve learnt a lot. This gift is priceless. Goodbye, till next year.