14 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/14 Stockholm, Sweden

Eventually the crowds gathered and like sheep we were herded onto the boat.  I managed to weasel my way through the gridlock to the sunny side of the ship, found myself a deck chair and began to relax under the sun.  There was a young lady who had the same idea and took the liberty to pull her chair up next to mine and start up a conversation.  Honestly I was more interested in her bathing suit than the conversation.  From here the view was spectacular.  Thousands of white sails littered the horizon and the many islands looked as if God scattered them from his own hand.  (more…)

15 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/15 Archipelago, Sweden

The young man, who originally invited me to his parent’s house, got up at first light and ran off to work.  His friend Brent left to pick up his girl friend.  I began to prepare omelets for the returning couple and took the liberty of cleaning up the house from the night before.  Brent’s girlfriend was very sweet and quite attractive.  (more…)

16 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 027 Becky, Huck and Tom

Becky, Huck and Tom, running along the muddy banks, singing pirate songs
Arabs and elephants I can see, these old ways are best for me
three candles lay and a nickel paid, dirty clothes and forced to pray
oath of robbers, we’ll never tell, I choose to ignore these dinner bells
Arabs and elephants I can see, ain’t no matter, best for me

16 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 028 With the wind and bending reeds

With the wind and bending reeds, the flowering grass and scattered weeds

where the clouds pause when passing by, only lend their beauty to the sky

…….  My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness

In the distance I can hear some birds, the silence broken by their song

my sprit knows, I can’t put in words, how my soul knows it belongs

…….  My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness

Above where leaves dance on the tree and upon the birds their wings

seems these songs are sung just for me, sounds that say a thousand things

…….  My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness

Of my soul in these veins of air, another breath in nature’s song

death by inches, when I’m not there, how my soul knows it belongs

…….  My heart grows fond in deepest bliss, love embrace the wilderness

17 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

07/17 Archipelago Stockholm, Sweden

Behind us we towed a small motor boat.  Being an inexperienced sailor, I first thought we brought it along in case the boat began to sink.  But no, when strawberries were needed to complete a meal, we suited up and headed in the small motor boat toward a local port.  I liked to imagine that it was my blue eyes, or my healthy build, rather than just the curiosity of “Who is he?” (more…)