Today (Saturday) I walked in the Wellington Botanic Gardens with my daughter and grandson.
Tomorrow I get on a plane for the Frankfurt Book Fair and a week in Berlin.
These are the words I will take with me, by the immortal Margaret Mahy.
Dance, dance, little old feet!Hear Margaret Mahy read the whole poem and others:
Spin on your ha'penny of time.
Roar, little old lion
in your meadow of cobwebs and rust
'Til you burn with the fiery power
of the dance and the rhyme
and fall back to the earth
in a sprinkle of golden dust.
The Word Witch: with CD. Photo by Rossi