06 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
We headed north into Scotland. Initially we didn’t wander too far from the train stations but eventually we stretched our arms and headed into the countryside. The weather had been wonderful. I truly believe the sun had been following us for weeks. The primroses were in bloom and the fields were scattered with frolicking rabbits. (more…)
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06 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
Have you seen so many people, hanging around in bars?
locked in faces, neon light, no shadows from the stars
Have you seen so many people, drifting through the town
drinking up, another cup and trying not to drown
Feet are slow, the damage high and sing a song, of days gone by
news is bad, so glasses high and sing a song, of dreams goodbye
Have you seen so many people, whose leaves have turned to gold?
slowly fading, from spring to fall. still hiding from the cold
Have you seen so many people, when looking from above
who drink and dance, another song, just play at making love
Feet are slow, the damage high and sing a song, of days gone by
news is bad, so glasses high and sing a song, of dreams goodbye
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06 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
Like soft rain on the morning rose, the song from a murmuring stream,
the peace from which solitude flows, is life’s eternal theme
And we like these spring rain drops fall, for we shall meet and run,
for in the end we will meet again, all flowing into one
Like the heart of spring lies yearning, where tender kisses rain,
love and life returning, all hearts will bloom again
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