Oh when the saints go marching in .... I want to be in that number .... Oh when the saints go marching in. Mary (April 2014) I attended the historic canonisation of 2 C20th popes, Saint John 23rd & Saint John Paul 2nd.
Hi from Norway, on Midnatsol afloat, Snowy mountains drift by, Calm waters 'neath our boat. We crossed the Arctic Circle, King Neptune he appeared, Icy vengeance was dished out, He laughed behind his beard, A green light in the sky, The Northern Lights seen on high. Mary & Francis (12/2/14)
As the sea mists rise, White horses turn to mirrors, Boats glide paths of blue St Peter Port, Boats nestle in the harbour, Crews unwind ashore. A life on the sea, Its best in foreign waters, for warmth and sunshine. Fiona & Richard (24/7/13)
Two monks are in love Shaven heads sharing the sun On the beach in Cannes She's chatting him up But he does not realise On the beach in Cannes Toasting tarte tatain Seagulls wheeling in the dark The oyster-man laughs Rick & Liz (24.4.12)
As the mist burns away Over the lake, we make Our fond farewells to this beautiful country. Nature is assaulting the senses through colour, Sound and smell - such a welcome rest from the buzz of city life. Suzanne and Mary (Spring 2012)
Bright tent on dark heath Wine and smiles Invite a postcard world John D (23.2.12)
After time in London, we had to flee, We made our way to Italy, It has been an adventure, so much to be seen, And we're become gelato fiends. We miss you so and think of you, And wish you came to Italy too! Milene & Leigh
Dear William Wordsworth, What sayeth thee, Of the Blighted Galloways roaming free, Upon the fells, beside the lake. Pray pen a poem with a bovine take. Not fluttering or dancing in the breeze, But wandering lonely, quite as ease! Proudly sporting white and black, Like humbugs in a Christmas sack. Feeding calmly near the gate, And ending life on a West End plate! Mary W (Spring 2011)