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

11/18 Rhoads, Greece

When we reached the port we began to wander about. We really didn’t know which way to proceed but luckily we crossed paths with a couple who spoke English. They were retired Americans who had been living abroad for the last three years. Instead of joining a country club or pursuing some hobby back home they decided to see the world at a slow pace. They explained that they would live in a different city every three months or there about and they planned on doing that indefinitely. (more…)

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.