18 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 085 When I’m alone, among the weeds

When I’m alone, among the weeds, I still hear you sing your song
and gather up the memories, that helps me sing along, it’ll always be
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me

Our love will lift us, beyond the stars and shall always shine as bright
and if apart, if it seems too dark, our faith will give us light, it’ll always be
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me

My love …..  you know my love, from the beginning shall never end
is without strings, a guarantee, not to cost a thing, it’s always free
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me.

18 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Itinerary, 0 Comments

Itinerary 18

Traveled south along Israel’s coast until reaching Jerusalem and explored the adjacent regions.

Israel: Haifa, Tela Aviv, Jerusalem, Bethlehem, Masada, Jericho, Dead Sea, Jordan, Jerusalem, Haifa,

Cyprus:

19 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

11/19 Lindos, Rhoads Greece

I planned on taking a bus over to the ruins in Lindos but Jenni wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t too motivated to go anywhere.  “I’ll see you tonight” I told her.  The thought of missing something changed her mind and she decided to come along anyway.  It was a nice sunny day with a cool breeze.  A gorgeous little white washed village lodged under a Roman acropolis.   (more…)

20 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

11/20 Marmaris, Turkey

Kate joined us on the walk into town that morning.  She needed to stop off at the post office while the two of us procured tickets for today’s journey.  Kate was a very sweet lady and this was a pleasurable visit.  We said our goodbyes over lunch and she saw us off at the dock.  We met up with the same American gentleman we originally asked directions from when we first arrived.  (more…)

21 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

11/21 Marmaris, Turkey

I was up early, grabbed a table and a few chairs and set them up on the sand.  I sat and gazed out on the empty bay writing until the others woke.  A pot of coffee soon followed and then breakfast. The girls were taking about exploring the city’s bizarre, a female shopping ritual.  I on the other hand I was invited to go with the men.  Bear hunting was on the agenda.  We all loaded onto a friend’s boat and headed along the coast to a location that supposedly had a recent bear sighting.  (more…)