Wagon wheel, you once went to townNow you stand to guard the gate.Wheel, I wonder where you've been and when?Did you carry fruit from orchard to market;Did you carry children to their country school?Are you sad when you remember then?Did you roll to the churchyard Sundays,Carry a family to homestead out west?You've turned to fencing—never... Continue Reading →

As a bride adorns herself with her jewels, so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring up.From Isaiah 61White rose, you are Like a wedding in one bundle,Silk and satin of a bride's gown,White, white, white for purity Tiara of gold for honour, for dignityCircle of gold for commitment and enduranceTouch of pink, like a flower girl's... Continue Reading →

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,Be it ever so humble there's no place like home.John Howard PayneHome is where seven-sisters roses trundle on the gate;.Home is where the door is always open lateHome is where supper waits to warm your plateHome is where the morning glories grow.