Poem

The cold seeps into my bones,
Like wind that causes trees’ groans.

Twine with my heart does the seas’ salt spray,
As the moon casts light as bright as the day.

And though my eyes do tear and cry,
My heart and will have yet to die.

For on this island
Of beautiful wild
I feel, though riled,
Not of a child.

Tell the Tale

“Grandma, can you pleeeeeeease tell us a story?” begged Jana-Lee, sitting with the other children on the thick rug by the hearth where Old Gwen sat in a sagging armchair.
“Oh, alright.” Gwen sighed with a slight smile. “Which one would you like?”
“Marooned on Tuhua!” they chimed in unison, beaming up with their most imploring smiles.
“Honestly, you must be bored of that one by now?” the old woman chuckled, the firelight playing over her creased face.
“No we’re not!” exclaimed Caleb.
“Please? Pretty please?” asked six year old Angela, gazing up at her with big blue eyes.
“Well…” said Gwen, tilting her head to one side and rubbing her chin. “Seeing as you said please… Why not just once more?”
After exchanging triumphant smiles, the children leant in as Old Gwen began to weave her tale.
“This, my dears, is the tale of Tuhua…”

Welcome

Welcome my little eejit friends!
This is my blog dedicated to Tuhua(Well duh!).
Tuhua related comments only please!

Urxan