Born in England in 1931. Evacuated in World War 2. Trained as a teacher at Brighton Training College, Sussex. Taught in London. Moved to Zimbabwe. Seven years later worked on a mail ship. Married Malcolm in Capetown. Two children, Rebecca and Greg. Moved to Australia in 1974. After retirement worked for a publisher. Three grandsons, Blake, Harry and Max. Disabled by stroke in 2013. Now in wheelchair with husband as carer..
I never knew that information about the gum tree regenerating through fire.
Thanks for the educating post today.
Bush fires do seem terrible things. But as I understand it, nature quite often needs such disasters to thrive and renew itself.
Hard on those living close though.
Thank you for stopping by. I browsed through your three blogs and enjoyed them immensely for the creativity and positive spirit that shines forth. And I'll be making your Bredie this weekend. Keep writing and celebrating life.
I agree with Bear.
Your poety paints pictures in the mind as it educates. It's refreshing!
But, overhead, a wild bird
Sees just a touch of green.
I love these lines of hope!
Who would have thought there would be a bird's eye view, too! Phoenix, without doubt. This little 5"x7" form was extracted from a larger woodcut. The image was experimentally transferred to a sensitized solar plate - which means that the plate is not bitten by acid, but by exposure to the sun. Recently, it was accepted to be shown in a large exhibit, hung salon style, at the NY National Arts Club, called The Art of Democracy. For this theme it is called Border Patrol. Brenda's rimes are so wonderfully apt whichever way she chooses to look at it. Anyone who can figure out which way up sparks the artist's title, Border Patrol, will win an original print with the preferred poem handwritten by Rinkly herself. There are five copies available if this no brainer starts a fire of interest! MG
You've captured the persistence of Mother Nature and the renewing properties of fire so succinctly!
It is always comforting to know that after a bushfire in Australia the eucalypt trees will regenerate. Whereas the introduced European trees they are gone!
I can so relate. Several years ago the mountains surrounding my home blazed.As ash-fall carpeted my garden, roof and upturned face, I kept watch for any change of winds.
This is a lovely hopeful poem. I saw a city rise again after the Oakland, California, fire of several years ago and the blackened fields turn green again.
I like the hope written into this beautiful poem.
A poem of life, death, and rebirth, told in a simple and straight forward way. A good read!!
Lovely use of the prompt..that fire also brings hope and new life..Jae
The Phoenix syndrome strikes again - thank goodness!
I like the fact that this poem talks about hope, even after the supposedly worst has happened. Kudos to you!
"...soon the leaves will grace the branches." Love this; just as it applies to life after fire, it also applies to life emerging after a brutal snowy/icy winter. Good stuff!
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