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The Country Of Marriage – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM




I dream of you walking at night along the streams

of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs

of birds opening around you as you walk.

You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.



This comes after silence. Was it something I said

that bound me to you, some mere promise

or, worse, the fear of loneliness and death?

A man lost in the woods in the dark, I stood

still and said nothing. And then there rose in me,

like the earth’s empowering brew rising

in root and branch, the words of a dream of you

I did not know I had dreamed. I was a wanderer

who feels the solace of his native land

under his feet again and moving in his blood.

I went on, blind and faithful. Where I stepped

my track was there to steady me. It was no abyss

that lay before me, but only the level ground.



Sometimes our life reminds me

of a forest in which there is a graceful clearing

and in that opening a house,

an orchard and garden,

comfortable shades, and flowers

red and yellow in the sun, a pattern

made in the light for the light to return to.

The forest is mostly dark, its ways

to be made anew day after day, the dark

richer than the light and more blessed,

provided we stay brave

enough to keep on going in.



How many times have I come to you out of my head

with joy, if ever a man was,

for to approach you I have given up the light

and all directions. I come to you

lost, wholly trusting as a man who goes

into the forest unarmed. It is as though I descend

slowly earthward out of the air. I rest in peace

in you, when I arrive at last.



Our bond is no little economy based on the exchange

of my love and work for yours, so much for so much

of an expendable fund. We don’t know what its limits are–

that puts us in the dark. We are more together

than we know, how else could we keep on discovering

we are more together than we thought?

You are the known way leading always to the unknown,

and you are the known place to which the unknown is always

leading me back. More blessed in you than I know,

I possess nothing worthy to give you, nothing

not belittled by my saying that I possess it.

Even an hour of love is a moral predicament, a blessing

a man may be hard up to be worthy of. He can only

accept it, as a plant accepts from all the bounty of the light

enough to live, and then accepts the dark,

passing unencumbered back to the earth, as I

have fallen time and again from the great strength

of my desire, helpless, into your arms.



What I am learning to give you is my death

to set you free of me, and me from myself

into the dark and the new light. Like the water

of a deep stream, love is always too much. We

did not make it. Though we drink till we burst

we cannot have it all, or want it all.

In its abundance it survives our thirst.

In the evening we come down to the shore

to drink our fill, and sleep, while it

flows through the regions of the dark.

It does not hold us, except we keep returning

to its rich waters thirsty. We enter,

willing to die, into the commonwealth of its joy.



I give you what is unbounded, passing from dark to dark,

containing darkness: a night of rain, an early morning.

I give you the life I have let live for the love of you:

a clump of orange-blooming weeds beside the road,

the young orchard waiting in the snow, our own life

that we have planted in the ground, as I

have planted mine in you. I give you my love for all

beautiful and honest women that you gather to yourself

again and again, and satisfy–and this poem,

no more mine than any man’s who has loved a woman.


Wendell Berry

White feather Indian chief. -Promote Yourself


He’s a Indian chief ‘ is what you are ‘ who looks after his people ‘ no matter how far.

He protects them in every way ‘ that he can ‘ against any man.

He fights against who will come ‘ he stands alone in the sun.

He looks out into the distance ahead ‘ making it safe ‘ before going to bed.

His land is open ‘ and is free ‘ all is welcome ‘ come and see.

He’s wise and humble ‘ that you can tell ‘ he’s a Indian chief ‘ and that’s swell.

He fights for his people ‘ and for his land ‘ he fights to be free ‘ against any man.

He is off the earth ‘ and the sun ‘ he is the chief ‘ for every one.

Patricia Bourne WordPress 2014

Money 💵 man 👨. Promote Yourself


I had money 💵 all put away’ he kept on borrowing it ‘ as they say’ so many promises to pay me back ‘ but all I got was ‘ yak yak yak.

I tried so hard ‘ to keep him away ‘ but all he did was to borrow ‘ another day.

Where did all my money 💵 go ‘ because he kept on borrowing it ‘ as you know.

You are a money 💵 man 👨 ‘ that you are ‘ you keep on borrowing ‘ for your car 🚗 ‘ its got to stop ✋ ‘ that’s a fact ‘ so take charge ‘ and give the money 💵 back.

Patricia Bourne WordPress 2014



Walking through the countryside

On a warm and sunny day

Listening to the sound of nature

It took my breath away

The day was warm and peaceful

Shaded beneath the trees

I sat and pondered about nature

Who created the animal’s birds and bee’s?

So many animals scurrying about

Very aware of what was around

In the distance a babbling stream

Creating an hypnotic sound

A heron majestically flew overhead

With wings stretched out wide

Soaring down to the water’s edge

Aeronautical as it starts to glide

Landing perfectly  beside the stream

Wading in for a hearty meal

Concentrating, then quick as a flash

With its beak a fish it would steal

Song birds singing melodious tunes

Of different  colours and size
A cacophony of  sound was heard

As it cascaded  across the skies

Mother Nature we  have to thank

For the wonderful  treasures to hand

We know that God  was the creator

Through his love  it was all planned

Malcolm G Bradshaw

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