Sometime, somewhere.....a tiny little house is waiting for you. It might still be only in your dreams. Or in your memories. Your dreams are in you, colourful buds waiting to blossom.
Thanks for sharing your "my island" buds and flowers. I loved reading about your dreams, your poems, watching your videos and photos, visiting your paradises.
I have watched Mauro's vaporetta ride where the see and the city lights look like Murano glass beads, I am walking in Venezia with Anna, I am dreaming about Vanessa's ghost city in Arizona, I am taken to Moulay Bouzerktoun with Elizabeth, I fly to islandsparrows beautiful island........(You will find links to all these beautiful places and more in the comment section of If - I lived on a small island.)
And again and again I travel over to Debbie to listen to The Plaintive Cry of a Seagull. Do you want to come along?
A special thank to Janice in my armchairtravelling yahoo group who sent me this poem:
The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats.
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping
slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight 's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I have not found my Innisfree, but paradise would be living within
reach of water preferabbly the sea that I could see from my wind with
the hills behind - somewhere in Yorkshire is what I have always
thought.
