Archive | August 2012

Wattle, wattle, everywhere.

Wattle, wattle everywhere.

I’m working on a children’s book at the moment which is in rhyme. And now it seems that’s the way my brain is working–rollicking along in rhythm and rhyme.

Wattle, wattle, everywhere,
arching here and swaying there.
Yellow flowers so bold and bright,
in early morning golden light.
(Michele Gierck)