Showing posts with label St. Augustine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Augustine. Show all posts

Monday, January 4, 2016

St Augustine New Year's Eve






This city fits me right
Spirits alive in the night
It’s a muse by my side
In one I can confide.


How precious is a chance meeting with beauty?

Like at dusk walking the busy street 
You stopped me at your cafe with your eyes
Offered a smile and then rewarded me 
Full meal of warmth worthy of Greece





How ethereal was the view of the harbor sunset?

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As photographers positioned for the right angle
Each vying for the award winning shot
I so wanted to say the Athena beauty awaits
Just down main street if you have the time.









How romantic the strokes she was drawn?

Michael and Inessa have brushed beauty
Then framed the impression of thought
A thousand fold reason I left them behind
But pondered the chance encounter that eve.










How fitting the stories weaved in history?


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To partake on a traditional carriage ride
Is an event to be repeated each journey.
Your host spins stories of engagement
Love, ghost, history, evil, and laughter.

This city fits me right
Spirits alive in the night
It’s a muse by my side
In one I can confide.



by Dave Schipper (c) 2016 Rose Riversongs.

Thanks to the wonderful New Year's Eve night with my lovely wife, a host of characters, M&I Garmish paintings, and Czech beauty at a Greek restaurant.  The photos are linked to where I borrowed them from the internet.  St. Augustine's until we meet again, thank you for being a muse to me.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Ghosts of St. Augustine









by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs


The ghosts of St. Augustine are an eerie sight

On rooftops, porches, and trees they come out at night

They walk this ancient ground, while their stories are told

By guides with lanterns, recounting tales of old.

The white gown of the bride

The candle in the night

The widow on the stairs

The renters Miss Faye scares

Ghosts of St. Augustine

Are the sights to be seen

Walk the cobblestone streets

And enjoy whom you meet

Pass the Bishop’s shrine and see the wayward bride

Who terrified those children tenting that night

Woke them with a cold hand brought screams and bone chills

Now she walks alone, mourning a love unfulfilled.

The white gown of the bride

The candle in the night

The widow on the stairs

The renters Miss Faye scares

Ghosts of St. Augustine

Are the sights to be seen

Walk the cobblestone streets

And enjoy whom you meet

Gmen chasing rum runners stayed at her Inn

Smugglers paid top dollar for that information

A light on the widow’s walk, meant the coast was clear

Some folks still see it and feel a chill of fear.