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A ragtag collection of musings poems and images of the beloved Chignecto region of the incredible Bay Of Fundy. A tribute to the people of the "Salt and Fir" whose exploits and thoughts are now part of eternity's blog. We grant unto Mother Nature the glorious creation of this magnificent eco system and find ourselves in it's solace . It is now ours to nurture, protect and discover.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Skellig (On Solitude)
"An incredible, impossible, mad place. I tell you the thing does not belong to any world that you and I have lived and worked in; it is part of our dream world.”
GB Shaw
This is my take on the place:
Solitude
Ah for yon beehive of stone
On angry Skellig.
Dank and dismal as the souls
Of those I left behind.
With naught but the winged
Creatures of god to observe
This lonely vigil,
That God might be shown to me.
And well it springs to mind
The day so long ago.
Dear Seamus and I set sail,
Our small curragh so proud
Tossed as a pebble oer the waves
Sunset bound for the silhouette
Of yon Skellig.
A quiet life we left. Safe within
The sheltered walls of home
To a rockbound world of wind and sea
Ne’er intended for man
A place to find our God.
A place that Seamus would not see.
My dear brother, no scholar he
A man who by his life
Was fit for God’s company.
And now he dwells beneath the waves
As gannets soar above to sing
His praises
And I alone look out to see
From Skellig’s rocky crags.
As sweet were his dying words to me
As the caress of Mother
So long removed.
To Skellig…. Riocard
There is no return.
You must live for us all.
I gazed into those eyes so loved
That will ne’er be seen the more.
And he sank into the brine.
Four long years have I dwelled
Here, in God’s embrace
With sun and sea and sky
And in early eve
The returning’ puffins cry
As the sun, that lamp of God
Sets upon my upturned face.
Would that I see the smiles of home.
The laughter of other’s eyes.
The somber silence of their quest
The mirth and merriment of their jest
My father’s wrath, my mother’s sigh
Even now I hear their voices
Ringing in the cold sea wind
That wraps me as a cloak
On this rock of God.
For as dear Seamus cried
There is no return.
On a clear and peaceful eve
When the sea lies calm
In the pink of the setting sun
I see Kerry’s distant shore
A lifetime away.
For my small curragh sleeps with my brother
And I awake here
Alone with God.
O hear my supplication,
O Father Of the world!
Even now you speak to me
In light and colour
And raging storm.
Lashin’, thrashin’ rivets of rain
That my fears be part of your own
And my loss, your gain.
And now as lavender becomes black
I return to yon beehive
To sleep again.
And awake in praise and love
On this rock of God.
Skellig my Lord
Skellig.
zman.. 90s
GB Shaw
This is my take on the place:
Solitude
Ah for yon beehive of stone
On angry Skellig.
Dank and dismal as the souls
Of those I left behind.
With naught but the winged
Creatures of god to observe
This lonely vigil,
That God might be shown to me.
And well it springs to mind
The day so long ago.
Dear Seamus and I set sail,
Our small curragh so proud
Tossed as a pebble oer the waves
Sunset bound for the silhouette
Of yon Skellig.
A quiet life we left. Safe within
The sheltered walls of home
To a rockbound world of wind and sea
Ne’er intended for man
A place to find our God.
A place that Seamus would not see.
My dear brother, no scholar he
A man who by his life
Was fit for God’s company.
And now he dwells beneath the waves
As gannets soar above to sing
His praises
And I alone look out to see
From Skellig’s rocky crags.
As sweet were his dying words to me
As the caress of Mother
So long removed.
To Skellig…. Riocard
There is no return.
You must live for us all.
I gazed into those eyes so loved
That will ne’er be seen the more.
And he sank into the brine.
Four long years have I dwelled
Here, in God’s embrace
With sun and sea and sky
And in early eve
The returning’ puffins cry
As the sun, that lamp of God
Sets upon my upturned face.
Would that I see the smiles of home.
The laughter of other’s eyes.
The somber silence of their quest
The mirth and merriment of their jest
My father’s wrath, my mother’s sigh
Even now I hear their voices
Ringing in the cold sea wind
That wraps me as a cloak
On this rock of God.
For as dear Seamus cried
There is no return.
On a clear and peaceful eve
When the sea lies calm
In the pink of the setting sun
I see Kerry’s distant shore
A lifetime away.
For my small curragh sleeps with my brother
And I awake here
Alone with God.
O hear my supplication,
O Father Of the world!
Even now you speak to me
In light and colour
And raging storm.
Lashin’, thrashin’ rivets of rain
That my fears be part of your own
And my loss, your gain.
And now as lavender becomes black
I return to yon beehive
To sleep again.
And awake in praise and love
On this rock of God.
Skellig my Lord
Skellig.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Oases
Even now the ready laughter of men..
Sated with wine..the coolness of eve,
Descending into her eyes
Where all the desert sands are spawned
And a heart was full.
Those were dusty days ago
Only the echoes to comfort
This lonely trek..the spitting
Groans of the camels giving voice
To our longing
The fears that do not speak.
Across this ancient strand
Upon this timeless trail
The wind tossed steps of the faithful
Each caravan oozing onwards.
Upon the horizon's edge
A new illusion staggers into day
Until the eyes grow full.
Mirage rising warily
Our shame! Our ..hope
Fortune cast not a clouded eye
Nor invite the scorpion's wrath
Even now as Kkali's spawn.. Sirroco
Screams winds of desolation
We, devour the dunes
We, the people of the caravan.
Zman 2003
Monday, February 7, 2011
Freebird
Night Flight
Well I fell into a dream last night
And I soared over hills like an eagle
…In flight
I saw old women weepin’ and wringin’
Their hands
I saw young women’s haunted eyes
Tryin’ to understand.
Chorus:
And I wondered at the sight.
My heart cried out
To see their plight
And I went back to the sky at night
And I went back to the sky.
Well I fell into a dream last night
And I soared over hills
Like an eagle in flight
I saw old men bent with the load
Of their lives
I saw young men standin’ round
Tellin’ each other lies.
Chorus:
And I wondered at the sight.
My heart cried out
To see their plight
And I went back to the sky at night
And I went back to the sky.
Well I fell in to a dream last night
And I soared over hills
Like an eagle in flight
I saw earth and rock and sky
Meet the shinin sea in green
Telling every things all right
And life’s not what it seems.
And you know it was only a dream
Yeh.you know that it’s only
A dream.
Well I fell into a dream last night
And I soared o’er the hills
Like an eagle in flight
To my ever lovin’ woman
Her eyes in light
Her sweet voice softly sayin’
It’ll be all right
And you know it was only a dream
Shh..you know it was
Only a dream……..
Zman 1980s
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