by Susie | May 31, 2017 | Imaginations and inter-blogging, Lincolnshire, Places To Visit, Uncategorized
I took a walk along the little mews and lanes of my nearby town yesterday, passing by the old Workhouse and on to the Old Dispensary. It was a pleasingly warm almost summer day. I stopped long enough to take this photo but sat further for a while on a nearby wall. I...
by Susie | May 12, 2017 | Memories, Places To Visit, Poems of Places, Travel, Uncategorized
Desert Days. To walk on desert sands, to feel the warmth of the rust coloured grains between your toes, the magic of this gentle land will steal your heart to return once more… this land will embrace you, it will fill your eyes with wondrous visions, this torpid...
by Susie | May 10, 2017 | Memories, Places To Visit, Travel, Uncategorized
“No man can live this life and emerge unchanged, he will carry however faint, the imprint of the desert, the brand which marks the nomad; and he will have within him the yearning to return, weak or insistent according to his nature. For this cruel land can...
by Susie | Jan 13, 2017 | Memories, Places To Visit, Travel, Uncategorized
The months fly by or so it seems these days. It can hardly be almost three years since the last desert reunion and my poem written of this time, of our meeting in London, but it is. This coming April I plan to return to the desert once again back to the garden city of...
by Susie | Dec 31, 2016 | Favourite Quotes, Home at Hemingway, In Death, Lincolnshire, Love Quotations, My Family, Open Letters, Uncategorized
My 2017 Wish: ❤️ When I was younger, I never thought about losing someone I loved, silly me, how naive but I thought as I loved my Mother and Father utterly and entirely that they would be there forever, well at least until they were VERY old. Then the years passed...
by Susie | Sep 14, 2016 | In Death, Love poems, Memories, Places To Visit, Poetry, Travel, Uncategorized
I walked in the early morning sun and thought of you… I was filling my mind, I was contemplating a plan you know, the sort that gives you joy, faraway places the sand between your toes, that kind of plan. You invaded my mind as you often do, I saw you clearly,...
