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One day i went walking
and the birds were singing, they were talking
the secret lyre of all our dreams
that most of us don't realise and let flow
like the golden strings and the pressure of the bow
the crisp virgin crunchy sound of our feet on the snow
and the waves that run through us
and we never learn to show
and the bog walking in the Clare land
and the exposing of the secret of the time of the sand
and the hourglass and the winds of the fan
the wanderings of the sacred tribes of Dan
propogated amongst the myths of the common man
and the guilt of the kabbalah mystical past
and the sound of the sacred sandals walking once more on the green pleasant grass
and the holdings that tie us into the last
and the star of david and the lamb surpassed
and the computer wound around the mortal coil
whispered sweetly and disappeared into the common soil
if this is a bog then i am a wish
the jewel is a sentiment of the divine kiss
georges

Hi Georges ~

This one came together beautifully, with great images. So did Ego. I love this title, "Bog Walking."

~ Lizzy

Thanks Liz and Makera for your kind words, last weekend i was in Co Clare in Ireland walking in the Bogs with my daughters.
I ended up looking at the sky with a wet back!!!!!
Georges

It's great hearing how this came into being, Georges ~ what a splendid capturing of a wonderful memory. I love the movement in your title, playing both ways ~ you walking the bogs, and the bog itself walking. Great to see you took the time to lie down and take it all in !

~ Elizabeth

george

'The Sacred Tribes of Dan - de dan dan Dan'
Oh such tension, we demand a second verse.

Ben

Ben, this requires more inspiration and understanding of the tribe of Dan, who wandered from Israel to Scotland and Ireland.
ps it's also a secret!!!!!!
Georges