28 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 014 To walk in hand

To walk in hand, a virgin heart
to the break of day
me the wind
as lovers
by her bedside play

Before the night, had faded soon
to the fields she’ll run
she the wind
as flowers
before the morning sun

She’ll carry in hand, bundled in truth
flowers for your bed
lay them down
to pillow
dreams of dreams, she lead

To walk in hand, a virgin heart
to the break of day
we the wind
as lovers
by our bedside play

28 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 015 Voices of Norway

Voices of Norway, sing, sing aloud, along with me, along with me
these hills, they wait to answer, their echo’s always heard, enchanting me, their melody, a song sung sweet as birds
Sing, sing aloud, along with me, along with me, enchanting me, their melody, a song, so seldom heard

29 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Itinerary, 0 Comments

Itinerary 5

We traveled by train through Paris and headed north east into Scandinavia seeking sunshine. We proceeded north up Norway’s coast to see the Midnight Sun.

France: Cheborg, Lison, Isigny, Paris

Denmark: Naestved, Copenhagen

Sweden: Heisingborg, Goteborg

Norway: Oslo, Fauske, Bodo,

30 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/30 Trondheim, Norway

With the morning sun we said our good-byes and headed south back toward Trondheim.  Jim turned into a broken record and kept repeating his exploits.  When he finally he fell asleep, I soon followed.  Somewhere in the middle of a dream the train came to a stop and a voice was broadcast over the intercom.  Everybody around us quickly got up out of their seat and ran toward the doors.  I didn’t need to understand Norwegian to know I should be doing the same.  (more…)