We walked and talked for hours as we sat on the golden sands
A fine yellow grain so soft, found on Benbecula's open lands
We are so fortunate on this day no swell from the Atlantic shows
The morning sun into the afternoon warms in smiling loving glow
The salty air attracts our taste, as if to say it's there
In splendid scenery surround we absorb and politely stare
We marvel at the breakers as they land with a soft applause
Taking in this day so calm, knowing nature can change with cause
Our afternoon now wanes as we head back along the coast
Looking forward to the evening ceilidh, and to this Dark Island we will toast
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-5.php
I hear the panting of the feet
Like calypso music, breathless and sweet
The rhumba playing in the heart
And diverse tongues caught by the web of art
Same as the mento of the sea
Same as the mento of the sea
Campbell, Sutta, Cliffy and I
Sweet guineps, or mangoes and sun's silver eye
Pressed by the weight of enterprise
We trafficked dreams, but could not name the prize
Poicianna blossoms falling
Poincianna blossoms falling
Youth then, the sweatless memory
Montego Bay, our boyhood bright city
And dusty feet, from street to street
Where at compassions edge we eat
Behold us now bleating with love
Behold us now bleating with love
And, O, I shall come back again
Perhaps to seek, and long for friends in vain
Pyaba and his dancers gone
But still the bright hibiscus blooms the dawn
And withers in the noon day heat
And withers in the noon day heat
I long to climb the coral cliff
I feel the kites excited as they lift
The cares of our hearts skyward, free
Like parasails now o'er the shining sea
And mark the heights our dreams could go
And mark the heights our dreams could go.
I wake up and get ready for work,
At 3AM, my day starts early;
A cup of ahwa* gives me a perk,
At this time of day there’s still much to see;
I’m off with my crew to Saqqara,
So the dig for the day can commence;
Where the Pyramid of Djoser leaves me in awe,
And a newly discovered tomb has us waiting in suspense;
Usually we stay there ‘til darkness does us in,
And go home exhausted at the end of the day;
Our days are filled from the time they begin,
Laying out grids for the crew to survey;
Life in Egypt is almost surreal,
Living dangerous and extreme;
But then I wake up and reveal,
My life in Egypt is only a dream!
*ahwa is a type of coffee they drink in Egypt
~EGYPT~
~For the Over the Rainbow contest~
The Linlithgow Marches
On the first Tuesday after
The second Thursday in June
A day steeped in history
Marches day in Lithca Toon
The royal charter granted
Back in thirteen eighty nine
Demands the border riding
To keep all the laws in line
When mustered at the town cross
pipes playing ‘the roke and row’
The good folk of Linlithgow
Bring the past into the now
It is Linlithgow’s mission
A proudly held tradition
Brian’s ‘sonnet me’ contest 21st April 2010
Marches Day- the riding of the borders of the royal burgh of Linlithgow
‘roke and the row’—a pipe tune played at sunrise on marches day
Lithca Toon—Linlithgow town
www.linlithgowmarches.co.uk/
One day no eye will tear and cry
or heaving hearts in mourning sigh
One day the sea will lap no shore
and this earth will be no more
One day green will salve and heal
as the Lamb's servants wear his seal
One day there will be no night
for God himself will be the light
One day the redeemed will see Jesus face-to-face
that day pain itself will have no place.
See More at Rev 21&22
Inspired by the form of J Wilbur Chapman's famous hymn.