For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 303, my thoughts have gone to my childhood home town of Knysna, a place of peace and beauty now ravaged by dreadful gale-driven blazes, which some say were started deliberately.
No water ripples within sight —
Just a walk blaze to ignite —
On what shadow pin the blame?
When will some whisper touch that name?
What trance such rancid deed inspired?
A miracle not more expired.