I was not born in the town where I live and grew up in another town many miles away. I wandered like a wind blown bundle of grass, always striving for something better. It's only now that I am old do I realise I was going the wrong way. My writing springs from a collection of seeds I have gathered and stored during my life of joy, misery,success, and failure, always tempered with interest and adventure. Where I am now is, content.
I can be found as Bobbruce at www Jabbertale.comĀ if I am not right here. I run two sites concurrently, plus a blog.
The following is the last verse from a poem by the Australian author
Henry Lawson and is relevant today as it was about 100 years ago when it was written.
The World is Full of Kindness
The world is full of kindness
If it is let alone,
And mens hearts in their blindness
Are neither ice nor stone.
In spite of all pretences,
We get it from Above;
In spite of all defences -
Red blood, kind hearts, and love.
on Jan 30 01:59 AM
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