I’ve always loved haikus, limericks and all short poetry. This one I wrote in Grade 8 (at 14 years). It was an assignment from a teacher, who is now a colleague and reads this blog. The few drops of rain we’ve had reminded me of this poem.
We’ve had beautiful April sunsets lately. I hesitate to call it autumn, it still feels too much like summer.
These were taken April 1, 2017.
“Why don’t you blog about Zuma?” my sister asked.
Here is why.
On Sunday night I watched Carte Blanche‘s viewer poll suggesting 90% of the viewers thought the latest cabinet reshuffle was the last straw.
Unfortunately, I doubt it was. I will lend my support to #BlackMonday and April 7 stay-aways just in case, but I don’t believe anything is about to change.