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My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy
Day one was a trip in a cable car to the summit of Mount Baldo
The views from the top were amazing of Lake Garda down below.
Day two we visited Verona, a city of great architectural beauty
And it's where Shakespeare was inspired by Juliets famous balcony
We saw great works of art showing statues, of Roman mythology
Churches now outnumber them after their conversion to Christianity.
Day three we went on a speed boat trip on the beautiful Lake Garda
Then had a walk around the town of Sirmoine, and ate some tasty pizza
Of course the day would not be complete without tasting some gelato
Every flavour you can think of, it's ice cream in case you didn't know.
On the fourth day we went to Venice and we were pleasantly surprised
St Marks Square, Rialto Bridge, Doges Palace and The Bridge of Sighs
Lots of narrow passageways that leads to many a little square
Words alone can't convey its appeal you really have to be there.
On the fifth and last day a scenic trip up the Dolomite mountains
We saw scenic alpine images and drove through villages with fountains
Swiss style chalets dotted the hillsides that added to its great charm
Scenes of utmost tranquillity that gives you a feeling of inner calm.
Day six and its time to head back home, and we travelled through the night
Through Switzerland then Calais in France, to catch the ferry at first light
Then just two more coaches that will take us nearer to our home
My wife is looking at brochures for next year, to see where else we can roam.
Written on 9th October 2022.
Kidnap Me!
On the San Francisco cable car,
or just about anywhere!
You, so blessed with that unique,
wavy Middle Eastern hair.
That kiss, so moist and rich, like
delicious Baklava.
Hold me yet closer and kidnap me
to your Casbah!
Your kindness, overwhelming and
so everlasting, entrancing.
As your eyes glowing in mine, while Greek
circle dancing.
You are embedded in my soul for all days
and for all time.
I am yours, my sweet, and you~ are so
mmutably, mine!
4/9/2019
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The most beautiful days in my life,
Living in San Francisco near that
Bridge, the Golden Gate!
Days of well behaved children in
classes that had no strife.
God had surely blessed me, to have
such a divine fate.
Each morning, I took a cable car to
school.
With that divine ride, came the great
scent of the Pacific Ocean!
I was impressed by my classes’ respect
for the Golden rule.
So glad to have left Chicago, which was indeed
my land of Goshen!
It was a grand blessing, to be respected as
a teacher!
We had recess on the spacious, sun blessed, large,
safe roof.
In Chicago, kids fought and I had to
be both warden, add....a preacher!
Sunny San Francisco,we could see three cities,
I felt happy as a puppy and wanted
to bark, woof-woof!
I wanted to thank God, today for each
day.... I went to work.
And this is just one of thousands of
blessings in my life.
San Francisco, in that same place,
I became, one day, a beautiful wife!
Thank you, dear San Francisco!
Always, my heaven on this earth!
4/26/2022
TYROL TRIP
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.
Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & cushed into th cable car,
Just in time for sckolade in the the bar.
Up early to claim skis & boots,
Dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits;
Wait in line for the revolving chairlift,
At the top,jumping off pretty swift.
Down & up the beginners' slope,
In a whiteout,with a prayer& hope;
Pasta for lunch,again & again,
But good to miss out of the English rain.
Learning the knack of forling fondue,
Joining the folk-dance,without a clue;
Saying danke to Karl the owner,
Back on the bus to airport,Verona.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
11/4/2022
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Author: W.B. YEATS
How many couples on honeymoon, read poetry aloud
or novels to each other?
Some do consider that a highly, loving, memorable treasure.
On a honeymoon, dare you say?
My unforgettable memory, that I would unflinchingly repeat,
just bring me back to that day!
Cable car bells ringing in the San Francisco night, oh
so softly heard.
The background to us, newlyweds, such sweet,tender,
young love birds.
Surrounded by the City's etereal gauze-like moist fog.
How I watched your eyes dance over the words.
Making my heart shine like glowing embers on a log!
I really was so complete with you.
More than any of the finest words can say!
Simply just we two, our love-ghosts still reading can be
heard, over forever our ~City by the Bay.
May 16, 2020
4pm PST
Poem # 1271
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Great Author: W.B. YEATS
Of Cable Cars and Gardenias
A magician, I seek and will highly pay!
Who can rewrite history,and bring
this poetess back to her love!
She recalls with joy and tears,
Her bewitching lover's eyes as they rode
In a majestic Cable Car.
With that delicious fog that brought God's
blessing on innocent lips.
Moonlit kisses softly on a starlit hill.
No kiss ever matched such power and
overcoming gentleness!
Her long, gleaming dark,Cleopatra tresses.
His gift of a dewed gardenia~ in her fog blessed
hair.
Which scented her to him forever for future days.
That now is a passion sonata of him and bygone days.
Vague traces of her love for him are constantly
Running through her body daily.
Those gusty gardenia winds of youth and life's
tenderness.
She recalls with royal, on-going reverence!
His name, unspoken, silent as the furthest star.
She has his heart's love token!
With great spirit and gusto, they danced, laughed
and loved.
And will one day ride a golden cable car with multi
colored ribbons, to the heavens above!
11-23-2020
The Buena Vista
We met innocently, yet always at the famous,
crowded, Buena Vista Cafe.
Renowned for Irish coffee and it's view
of the spectacular, San Francisco Bay.
Over Irish coffees, we shared our days.
You, the journalist and I, the teacher.
After awhile the jabbering ceases.
We are now out in the Sam Francisco
foggy night.
Kisses blessed by the moistness of the fog,
It feels so tenderly, touchingly right!
A magical cable car appears and whisks us away.
Up, up, up, those picturesque hills.
Then romantically down,down, down,
Into a candlelit night of delectable night of
Osso Buco and risotto.
The scent of aromatic garlic and oregano,
Pungently slithers through the thyme-filled,
still night,Bay Area air.
Panagiota Romios
4/13/2018
Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site. I had read that we were in the western European zone that would experience a total eclipse of the sun that morning. One of the other Serbo-Croatian linguists had a car on post. I voiced the thought "wouldn't it be cool if we drove out to Mount Wendelstein and saw the eclipse from up there?!". He and another agreed. After shift we drove to the base of the mountain, and decided to hike the trail to the top rather than pay to ride the cable car up. Many Bavarians had the same idea, and it was somewhat crowded on the summit. When the eclipse was finally full, it was like standing on shadowy clouds surrounded by a large ring of light--eery, bizarre, and colder than anticipated both due to the elevation and darkness. Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of totality. I had goose bumps for several reasons, and could understand why primitive man would have been so terrified of the experience. Returning back to base, we learned that it had been overcast down there; so local people only saw it get dark, but missed the actual eclipse. However, three Sergeants had been in the right place at the right time, to see the first total eclipse in Europe in forty years, and last one of the twentieth century....August 11th, 1999.