06 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

12/06 Split, Yugoslavia

We charted a bus north up the coast into Split where I was able to see the beautiful coast line.  One of the advantages of traveling in baby steps is that we could stop at those beautiful places and not neglect the details that make each special.  When we reached Split we headed through the walls of the old city seeking a room for the night.  We either were appalled at the high prices for a room or they didn’t have any available.  Since our budget was deflating I posed an option to Jenni.  (more…)

06 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 097 Come down

Come down, please lift me higher, eternal hills, I’ve never seen
though I strive to reach, never ending heights, still one, who’s lacking wings

Sunlight, I see is brighter, eternal hills, I cannot see
heights I cannot find, supreme desire, still one, who cannot be

My God, please lift me higher, above all, I know to be
and clear the clouds and fit me wings, eternal hills, I long to see