River Einion

A Waterfall On the River Einion There, the Dyfi Furnace remains Where the waters once raced To a mill from the top With all its power Leading to this waterwheel Taking advantage of the powers Of this river From Cumbria via the Afon Dyfi Where charcoal was once produced Long ago from the local woodlands, Where iron ore once burned; But burns no more. The Dyfi Furnace is in the village of Furnace, Ceredigion, Wales, adjoining the A487 trunk road from Machynlleth to Aberystwyth, near Eglwysfach. The furnace was built around 1755 was only used for about fifty years to … Continue reading River Einion

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Myna Bird

Waking up this morning to the calls of two myna birds croaking, squawking and chirping along with the clicks and whistling whilst fluffing their feathers in their morning ritual bath. I was infatuated watching the two of them bob their head in singing. They bathe every morning in Christopher’s front garden in his pond. He said there were two guppies in the pond, but strangely they have gone missing somehow.  A few years ago, I would have not dream that I would be here in Sri Lanka, nor did I think I would be so curious as to watch myna … Continue reading Myna Bird

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Selcouth

Selcouth (adj). The Origin of the word is Old English. It means strange and uncommon; the way you see things when you travel.  Everything seems different and foreign, and that is a good thing.  We travel to seek out the things we don’t see every day.  This is a photo I took on the cliffs above Langland Bay in Wales.   And even though its close to our home, it seems every time we travel there; this is a place where there is always something new and beautiful and different to see.  I love that.  Continue reading Selcouth

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Living for the Moments

Waltzing into my existence with shoes fit for  A Welsh guard.  Intentions of conquering the unknown, Within the melodies laughing in my heart, Holding my hand,  Unlike you did with the others.  Instead, you found me nestled in your arms; A proclamation of love; in that bearskin hat.  It wasn’t too hard to love you properly. Finding myself shine in the gleam of a smile,  Where I discovered you in the dark  In the depths of innocence,  I was dressed like Paddington Bear There was no denying you in that uniform,  Realising running was not an option.  That is when … Continue reading Living for the Moments

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Strength in Knowledge 

It is rare if you find someone who can completely turn your world around, but to find someone who loves the same things as you like traveling, exploring, music, culture and the arts and adventure; I think is even more rare.  We will tell each other things that we’ve never shared with another soul and together we will absorb everything. We will talk and actually you always want to hear more.  We will share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and listen to all life’s experiences that have been thrown us.  … Continue reading Strength in Knowledge 

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Thinking Out Loud

I can only speak one language You can speak maybe three or five, I admire that. Sometimes I hear you talking. Speaking to another In French or Spanish or Italian; I love that! Thinking out loud. I wish my brain  Could speak like you In more than one language; In a voice I never heard. There is an art To say, “I love you” In more than one way. There are two or more words They say, To the meanings of everything, There is more than one understanding In this world of speaking.  More languages  Than anyone could  Ever imagine.  … Continue reading Thinking Out Loud

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About Adventure

There is something about an adventure The beauty and elegance of the road, Finding places unseen before, Some more than a thousand years old. When exploring these hemispheres I feel there is an essence about it, An existence not seen by all, Discovering it’s secrets are sacred. They exist though pale in the light, You can see them moments before the dawn  Just when the light graces the earth, Wondering if heaven is like this. I see the nested sparrows rising;  Listening to the seagulls calling, The doves cooing in the morning And pigeons on a fence. It is a … Continue reading About Adventure

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Poet Heart

Oh my poet-heart, is there still time for Paris Where the sweet wind wandering goes? Round each corner; the trees in airy flight Nights bathed in amber light. Low at my feet the winding sidewalks behold Valley and town drenched, entranced in deep repose. Has there ever existed such a more beautiful place… None with more appeal; even when it rains. But I know how softly on the music plays Where mosses creep; where our love is not far. A place where we are free Flinging forth our memories with ease Traveling to Paris in the car… With my poet … Continue reading Poet Heart

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Still Paris

Why is it France that sometimes beckons me Paris whispers, I  wave, and she cries, Listening to sounds of her calling us back Waves of leaving never needing to say goodbye A last smile before into the oceans crept, Like waters blanketing tears that she wept Rushing forth but not without a trace, With you there, I first saw your beautiful face, Keeping in mind that when I forget  That I, long ago, Paris is where I first fell in love with you there. Paris still whispers, for we were there.  Continue reading Still Paris

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