Skinke

I have a dream!

2008-11-12T22:52:35Z

I HAVE A DREAM. ..a dream about a place, Where babyfood is free Where there are unlimited cuddles Where there is no bedtime Where I can do what I like ...but first a nap, a snuggle, and a drink for me.

Droplets

2008-11-09T21:52:32Z

Raindrops sleeping in a cloud Breathing oceans' vapor Eating oceans' salt Growing steadily strong With storms and winds Bursting with love Becoming a precious gift From sky to earth Nourishing grass and trees And plants and flowers Pouring in oceans, lakes and rivers Celebrating life Tap dancing on window panes And singing with the wind Before falling down to the ground As sunshine dries the air And raindrops disappear

this morning

2008-11-01T16:36:36Z

Morning has broken....

leafy carpet

2008-10-20T22:07:20Z

If I were a leaf on a majestic tall tree, And I had the choice, of which I could be, I’d be a maple to turn orange yellow gold When the cool autumn winds turned warm nights cold.

autumn colours

2008-10-18T19:51:39Z

When autumn wind goes running It does some magic things. It gives the shadows dancing shoes It gives the bright leaves wings When autumn wind goes running It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke And shares a little whispered joke With cornstalks who delight to prattle It turns a seed pod into a rattle When autumn wind goes running

golden grass

2008-10-12T22:28:32Z

Little white golf ball please tell me of the trick to hitting you down the middle with this skinny little stick. I try to keep my left arm straight - my head is always down - but still I see my best attempt go dribbling on the ground. Why do I pull you to the left, or slice you to the right? What will it take to hit you straight until you're out of sight? The money spent on lessons - all the practice balls I hit only adds to my frustration when it doesn't help a bit. For even when I do things right it only lasts a while. It never seems like very long before I lose my smile. Little golf ball please tell me of the trick to hitting you down the middle with this skinny little stick.

east sands

2008-10-10T14:01:50Z

COME BACK TO ST. ANDREWS Come back to St. Andrews! Before you went away You said you would be wretched where you could not see the Bay, The East sands and the West sands and the castle in the sea Come back to St. Andrews--St. Andrews and me. Oh, it's dreary along South Street when the rain is coming down, And the east wind makes the student draw more close his warm red gown, As I often saw you do, when I watched you going by On the stormy days to College, from my window up on high. I wander on the Lade Braes, where I used to walk with you, And purple are the woods of Mount Melville, budding new, But I cannot bear to look, for the tears keep coming so, And the Spring has lost the freshness which it had a year ago. Yet often I could fancy, where the pathway takes a turn, I shall see you in a moment, coming round beside the burn, Coming round beside the burn, with your swinging step and free, And your face lit up with pleasure at the sudden sight of me. Beyond the Rock and Spindle, where we watched the water clear In the happy April sunshine, with a happy sound to hear, There I sat this afternoon, but no hand was holding mine, And the water sounded eerie, though the April sun did shine. Oh, why should I complain of what I know was bound to be? For you had your way to make, and you must not think of me. But a woman's heart is weak, and a woman's joys are few - There are times when I could die for a moment's sight of you. It may be you will come again, before my hair is grey As the sea is in the twilight of a weary winter's day. When success is grown a burden, and your heart would fain be free, Come back to St. Andrews--St. Andrews and me.

the auld grey toon

2008-10-07T15:24:19Z

Aien Aristeuein (Motto of St. Andrews University) Ever to be the best. To lead In whatsoever things are true; Not stand among the halting crew The faint of heart, the feeble-kneed, Who tarry for a certain sign To make them follow with the rest -- Oh, let not their reproach be thine! But ever be the best. For want of this aspiring soul, Great deeds on earth remain undone, But, sharpened by the sight of one, Many shall press toward the goal, Thou running foremost of the throng, The fire of striving in thy breast, Shalt win, although the race be long, And ever be the best. And wilt thou question of the prize? 'Tis not of silver or of gold, Nor in applauses manifold, But hidden in the heart it lies. To know that but for thee not one Had run the race or sought the quest, To know that thou hast ever done And ever been the best.

golden sunset

2008-10-01T09:03:55Z

Sunset over the New Course in St. Andrews, Scotland.

Empty beach

2008-09-11T23:01:26Z

On a windy day, how many people brave the conditions to go sunbathing?