On holiday in August 2009 and we got up to play a couple of sings to clear the bar. Listen to it and find out why...Lol!
There are a lot of ghost stories in St.Ives. Porth Gwidden has one too. Looks like some spirits came out to listen to our little group :)Monday 17 August 2009
Sunday 28 June 2009
Saturday 27 June 2009
Poetry
Without Words
Eerie silence, falls upon
This tranquil rise of a better place.
Love-curled lips, so lonely upon
The missing of your love-filled face.
In darkness, I may not find the time
In sleep, I always find the place.
...and in that place, I always find you there
Then gaze upon the wonder
Of your beautiful face.
By
Alan Miller
Eerie silence, falls upon
This tranquil rise of a better place.
Love-curled lips, so lonely upon
The missing of your love-filled face.
In darkness, I may not find the time
In sleep, I always find the place.
...and in that place, I always find you there
Then gaze upon the wonder
Of your beautiful face.
By
Alan Miller
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