13 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

08/13 Giessbach Switzerland


We discovered Lake Brienzersee early that next morning.  My entire side was bruised and I had scab from elbow to waist, even through the pain the lake’s unique color of blue was almost hypnotizing.  We docked at Glessbach to walk the falls.  Fighting through the soreness of my abused legs was worth the effort.  (more…)

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13 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 041 Mornings among the halls


Mornings among the halls, people come and go, while the day comes out to play, across those things I use to know
Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

Outside the day’s still shinnin, where the children never cry, while I search inside for smiles, another passes by
People always come and go, across those things I use to know
…….  Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

Time has gotten shorter, in these new games they all play, windows closed and a bolted door, what is there I can say
People always come and go, across those things I use to know
…….  Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

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