|
Rekindle a lost dream Ignite the fuel Of shrouded hope With smouldering embers And sparks of gold Fan high the Crimson Heavens With incantations exalt Fragile faiths forgotten Embrace the forge of Molten Metal Burnishing your soul For all eternity. Rekindle your dreams By Brian Mear  PHOTO 12th August 2016. Scattering Mollys ashes. The day before our first Mearfest in her name. 2 months before Claire became pregnant with Amélie Mear
0 Comments
Drummers Lament Strike up the drum my friend Hit hard the skin With hickory, hard and clean With match grip you held us all Spellbound Exalted, you led your life Not for you the dulcet tones Oh no You were the Guardian of the West Life was loud and thunderous And in playing with such passion Such grace, such glory When you fell silent So suddenly Our lives fell empty the tears fall like rain In paradiddles of grief Your presence Will resonate throughout eternity For my friend Jeff Fuller From Newbury ambulance station SCAS. By Brian Mear   THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE   Last week Jim Donnelly and Phillip Stuckey walked to a magical favourite place called Roughting Linn (pronounced Rowting).
They took Molly with them. THANK YOU GUYS, it looks truly magical. |
