‘Jill Gower’s poems take us on journeys – back into her own past; into foreign countries;  into the natural world of the bush and her garden which she so obviously loves and into the lives of others. Jill can recount a memory, evoke sympathy or capture a particular moment in time with honesty, colourful description or deft haiku. Jill also takes us on trains – and it is within her observations of fellow travellers and travelling companions (the man who “sat down, stood up, sat down” and Petra, who “didn’t have a window”) that I find the quirky humour which makes these poems my favourites in this collection.’ - Judy Dally