28 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/28 Bodo, Norway

I picked up a pair of apples and a few candy bars for the trek, while Jim checked the train schedules.  “Track four, ready to go” said Jim.  After a minute or two with no train, it dawned on me that Jim most likely misread the schedules and picked the wrong platform.  I retrieved the schedule from Jim’s bag, “I’ll hold the bags, you go check platform six” I bluntly stated.  In the tunnel between the platforms I could hear Jim’s echo, “Its going!!”  (more…)

28 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 014 To walk in hand

To walk in hand, a virgin heart
to the break of day
me the wind
as lovers
by her bedside play

Before the night, had faded soon
to the fields she’ll run
she the wind
as flowers
before the morning sun

She’ll carry in hand, bundled in truth
flowers for your bed
lay them down
to pillow
dreams of dreams, she lead

To walk in hand, a virgin heart
to the break of day
we the wind
as lovers
by our bedside play

28 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 015 Voices of Norway

Voices of Norway, sing, sing aloud, along with me, along with me
these hills, they wait to answer, their echo’s always heard, enchanting me, their melody, a song sung sweet as birds
Sing, sing aloud, along with me, along with me, enchanting me, their melody, a song, so seldom heard