LINGER in the GARDEN there....

TO ANY READER by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) 

From "A Child's Garden of  Verses 1885"

(Dedicated to his nurse Alison Cuningham, who cared for him in his childhood)

As from the house your mother sees you playing around the garden trees

So you may see, if you will look

                           Through the windows of this book,

                                                                                         Another child, far, far away,

                                                           And in another garden, play.

But do not think you can at all,

                  By knocking on the window, all that child to hear you.

He intent is all on his pay-business bent.

                                                                     He does not hear; he will not look,

Nor yet be lured out of this book.

                                          For, long ago, the truth to say,

He has grown up and gone away,

                                           And it is but a child of air

That lingers in the garden there..................

Photography 2025

"A Child's Garden of Verses 1885" is in the Public domain....

 

LET me Be....

LET ME BE A STAR    (Helen Hoyt 1887-1972) (excerpts)

Let me be a star that shines over you.

Let me be a cloud that floats by you

Let me be a mist that rests on the mountain's peak

Do you feel the soft touch of the mist?

I have leaned my head down over you

As the moon leans on the mountain

I have let fall the folds of my hair to cover your head

I have folded my hair about you

as the scarves of a cloud

Winding the brow of the mountain

O mountain I am the follower you called to come,

I am the wanderer and you stayed my footsteps

I saw you from far away, a blue horizon

You called me from desert spaces to the cool of your shadow

As a seed on the wind I was blown, as a bird on spent wings I have come

Now I rest in your sheltering rock

Photographs 2022 Campbell River, B.C.
 

ANCIENT ONES

"The smiles of ancient souls that bless this, and urge us to live and learn.." -Scott Hastie

        No voices here.  I stand on hallowed ground.

Sinking  in sands hide the ashes lost

A thousand years  have seen of Your God 

to mourn  His peace

"The ancient and the modern blended together in haunting harmony..." -Zita Steele

And  no one is here… to see you now 

And   dust to dust. Golden  Kings,shatter Rose, into stone

Ancient ones are Lost and  gone,  stars they  knew will live again…..

Dark the  skies they weep lament  for you

In  ash for ev-er sl-eep.   

"So we found ourselves in an ancient place, the very air bound by chains.." -Laura Kasischke

No faces here. No foot steps echo far. Light of the sand 

                                 in the burn-ing gold

I feel you here,  your eyes in the night, You see my heart

And fading  the sun is  lost to us....... shatters glass

"I can see clouds a thousand miles away,  hear ancient music in the pines...." -Ikkyu

Photographs 2022