The Falling Leaves

Today as I rode by
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky
But thickly, silently
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon

What Ricky said..

It's my pleasure to read your book! Although I read only 15 pages provided by the website (sorry, I didn't buy it yet),

I have been moved by your words and senteces that stimulated my deep feeling of childhood and love.

In fact, a deep nostalgia pervaded in my heart when I first read a couple of words in your book.

 It was like Yesterday once more . .

A Love Letter from Emilie Blachère to Rémi Ochlik

Ochlik,
I’ve never found it so difficult to write. My dictionaries are useless. I can already hear you saying, “Sweet Blachère.” So instead I made a list of everything I loved about you.

My angel, my love:
I loved it when you made lists of things you wanted, and you wanted a Harley Davidson, a loft, a 22,000-euro titanium Leica, and you would say to me, “What? You work at Paris Match, don’t you?”

I loved it when you called me Blachère, or Blacherounette, when you had something you wanted to ask me.

Spiegel im Spiegel

-

The Outside Toilet

Autumn’s lost children lay in the corner,

Bereft of branch and blown off life

To lie here dry and dead

In this shed behind the midden by the byre

Take Me Back (Van Morrison)

Church in the Pub

LOCAL CHURCH IN YOUR LOCAL

The Church in the Pub  are looking at some of the issues raised in films. The series is called “Reel Issues” and the film  tomorrow (30^th Jan) will be “The King’s Speech”.  After that we’re meeting fortnightly on a Wednesday at the Wendover Arms at 7.45pm.

After the success of our previous quiz evenings, we’re holding another one at the Wendover on Thurs 7^th March.

If you’d like to know more, why not contact their church office at office@banjos.org.uk