A short look out the window

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There is nothing wrong about long journeys, rather the opposite
but short trips thus travel in our close surroundings is underrated
often we know more about faraway destinations than about our neighborhood
there are good experiences and good stories at short distance from us too.

We just have to open the gate.

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A piece of Liverpool and The Beatles seen in Central Park in the Big Apple (New York).

Even the world embracing music as the Beatles did
rooted in their own surroundings – for them it was Liverpool.

Strawberry Field was a Salvation Army children’s home in Woolton,
a suburb of Liverpool UK – John Lennon grew up near the home
as child he and his friends ofte played in the wooded area behind the building,
which Lennon nicknamed in the plural “Strawberry Fields”.

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Sculpture of Eleanor Rigby in Stanley Street, Liverpool
a plaque to the right describes it as “Dedicated to All the Lonely People”

Eleanor Rigby” is a song by The Beatles from 1966 – (maybe their best)

A title that has been surrounded by plenty of mystery during time
Lennon and McCartney kept their cards close and let people guess
locally, there has actually been a lady with the name Eleanor Rigby

“In the 1980s, a grave of an Eleanor Rigby was “discovered” in the graveyard of St. Peter’s Parish Church in Woolton, Liverpool, and a few yards away from that, another tombstone with the last name “McKenzie” scrawled across it – during their teenage years, McCartney and Lennon spent time sunbathing there, within earshot of where the two had met for the first time during a fete in 1957 – many years later, McCartney stated that the strange coincidence between reality and the lyrics could be a product of his subconscious, rather than being a meaningless fluke” (copy from Wikipedia)

With the inspiration from Ailsa and her worth visting blog
Where’s my backpack?
this is my version of the travel theme this week “Short

Reklamer

Forårskuller i “jordbærbedet”

 

(forårsstemning ved en ret kendt Strawberry Field i Liverpool) 

Et duepar sidder i det høje lærketræ,
deres melodi lyder monoton messende
finder så aldrig helt ud af om sangen er
klagende, truende eller bare humorfyldt

Mælkebøtterne står storblomstrende,
den skarpe gule farve, signalere fare
men man skal dog ikke lade sig snyde,
de friske sprøde grønne blade er kræs

Musvit’en hopper lystigt rundt omkring,
den ser så sorgløs ud, men lur om ikke,
den lille fugl har styr på hva’ der rør sig
et hop og haps, nok en larve er pist væk

En hund kommer glad med sin ejer i snor,
vil så gerne snakke, men ejeren tøver lidt
snoren slækkes, og der uddeles store slask
hjemme igen, familiens hund tjekker dufte.

Bare det at sidde på en bænk i det grønne
og lave ingenting og alligevel så opleve
verdens mange så pudsige små episoder.
Det må da kunne kaldes økologisk velvære

“Le Drake Noir” 

Link til billeder fra  StrawberryField‘området