Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
London
A horse driven chariot
Driven by a furious Harriet
All the way, to the Marriott
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Lanzarote
The grumpy old lady
She ain’t none too shady
Even, when close to eighty
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Athens
Pallas Athene with a spear
In full gear
To face all wars without fear
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Athens
Naked, with a lyre
Oh, there’s no fooling ya!
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Athens
A lady made of marble
What an ancient marvel
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Delphi
Two, standing tall
The one, very small
Statues
Of different statures
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Delphi
The world resting on one’s shoulders
Just get a good grip and try to hold it there
Posted in Travel and World Wide Wednesday: Travel Log, Photography, Poetry
World Wide Wednesday: Statues
“Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself is home”
Matsuo Basho
Delphi
The Charioteer of Delphi
Would suite nicely, for a selfie
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour
“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick
A Call Home from London
In the olden times
When we used money in dimes
Calling your mama
Caused quite the drama
When looking for a phone booth
Without loosing a tooth
Posted in Daily Photo: Photography, Poetry, Song and Humour
“In 1991, few North Koreans had ever used a telephone.
You had to go to a post office to make a phone call.”
Barbara Demick
A Call Home from London
Colour me red
Colour me a booth
Colour me a red
Telephone booth
Rantings Of A Third Kind 