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Star4you !
Hope you and yours are well friend ! Mike 
posted by
lionladroar
on October 23, 2006 at 9:55 AM
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Thank you Neil for your pics Sir
Different from the norm , that you gift . Halloween is now celebrated over here too, but only round my neck of the woods the last ten years or so. Trick or treating, I prefer Bonfire Night fireworks, dangerous true , but love the special effects 
Thanks again for your visit friend . Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on October 23, 2006 at 9:53 AM
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Hi Marieclaire
WOW ! you have travelled far in your youth , for me their is no better feeling of freedom. Thank you mam, for your interest . Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on October 23, 2006 at 9:41 AM
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hello
posted by
star4sky5
on October 22, 2006 at 6:43 PM
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Always love that Irish name; popular in South Africa, not as much in USA.
Viva Colleen. I like the way you use colors...startling and original. Not my choices, but I enjoy them immensely. And u are being ind to our eyes in how you juxtapose font and background; thanks. Here's a special pic for u to enjoy (near Halloween):
posted by
ILLUMINATI8
on October 22, 2006 at 11:39 AM
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Lionladroar reading your previous comment is interesting.
It gives me an insight into who you are a bit. you sound a bit restless, I can relate to that. I took off at age 23 on the other side of the planet and never looked back. In fact I have only been back to France twice since then. I still get itchy feet like you, I hitchhiked all around France Spain and down the Californian coast, I love not knowing what is coming next, still do but may be in a more sedate way. Blogit allows you to meet people from all over the world without getting out of your chair, it suits me better in my "old" age...cheaper too.
posted by
marieclaire66
on October 22, 2006 at 11:37 AM
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Hi Sraightforward
Thank you for your comment and question friend. Personal I can only speak of my ownself in answer to your question . I runaway from home on a number of ocastions, my first time I was eight years old , I must add , just like the last time, with the market , home life was good, could not fault it in anyway. It has always been my mad moment of wanting and needing, that I feel change brings me , I love not knowing , espceially in my youth where I would be the next day. Sleeping ruff , making do , using my wits, Working markets , bars , but most of all the different faces and characters , whom bring their storeys and thoughts, knowledge in their opinions along with them. Really as I have grown older I have benefitted from my own children. But I still from time to time becometh overwhelmed with mad syndrome, known as the itchey-feet , the need for change in circumstances . Now I just take myself off to the river and the woods , mostly for just a couple of days and nights. This seems to do the trick . Life still colourful now? Yes , only the last three years or so I have been writing , I am enjoying the exsperince and meeting and reading peoples, thoughts, opinions and outlooks, their creativity. Yes friend life is still colourful . Hope this answers your question in some way. Be lucky
posted by
lionladroar
on October 22, 2006 at 9:15 AM
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So colourful, like youth indeed! Or can old age be colourful as well?
posted by
Straightforward
on October 22, 2006 at 8:21 AM
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Hi Troosha hope you and yours are well mam
Thank you , for your interesting wisdom mam. I believe, people of age, love passing on truth in wisdom , expeslually for the young , if you think back that was exspected of our elders , before T.V , The family sing song gathered round the piano , or one of the grandparents , telling stories of their adventures in life, the wide eyed children waiting on every word, with bated breath . Wisdom and excitement passing through genes . At the time of the tribes great respect was given to the tribes teller of tales and myths, legions . Thank you again Mam
posted by
lionladroar
on October 21, 2006 at 3:43 PM
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I especially like your reference to wrinkled old faces
I find the faces of old people so fascinating - full of wisdom - and have often thought I would like to just stop and ask them to tell me their story (or at least a segment of it).
I don't think our youth is ever lost - it remains with us and shines through every now and then when we let it. As always, you provided an interesting and thoughtful read.
posted by
Troosha
on October 21, 2006 at 1:48 PM
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Thank you Tony
In all honesty we never got there , it was the begining of my early travels and I have never been to the north of Ireland, the market did arrive there eventually, I know because I am still in touch with a friend, who made the crossing. Colleen was twenty one , I was seventeen by then and had already been with the market for a little over two years , having traveled through Belgium, West Germany as it was then. Luxunbreg and Holland, only returning home when the market, made the ferry crossing from Caen over to Portsmouth . Leaving the market for a short while, visiting my family. Cap in hand, before rejoining, the travelers at North Weald Essex . Colleen had better idears for me and by then the money I had saved, though I was fairly wise by then, I had never met such beauty , a real woman in my young eyes, 21 seems that much older when you are just turned 17 ? Colleen had been traveling for four years when she bumped into lucky me, she persuaded, that it was about time I started enjoying myself. Next thing we were both in Benidorm Spain ! Thanks again Tony
posted by
lionladroar
on October 21, 2006 at 4:36 AM
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Hello Mike
I was in Northern Ireland recently. Did you ever get the ferry to Larne? I stayed there one night, and we also spent a day in Belfast. What do you remember of these places? Did you climb Cave Hill? Anyway, apart from all this chatter, a very moving poem, I thought, one which really did make me think back to my own travels, although some of mine was done in my 30s, not that long ago. I went cycling all over the place. Then, there was your contrast between the mindset of youth and - what word can you use, not old age, obviously, but an older person's thoughts, which are more restarined and cynical. Really good, Mike.
posted by
Antonionioni
on October 21, 2006 at 3:00 AM
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Thank you Najwa
For your time and wisdom, it is always welcome friend 
I decided too leave the politics behind of the last couple of writes and dive into memory's of love, thanks again mam. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on October 21, 2006 at 2:26 AM
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Thank you Marieclaire
For your encouragement in comments twice , rhyme and sound advice , only the wrinkles were of the good characters I met in my youth, long hours working on a traveling market. Running away from home and school seeking adventure, this poem is the second that I have posted of my memory's of Colleen. The market, stopped over in a town named Stranraer on the north west coast of Scotland, waiting for the departchure of the ferry that would take us into the port of Belfast Northen Ireland, the Irish Sea is infamous for storms, this moment in time was no different, with a particular ruff one at play, so the good people of the traveling market and myself were able to take in the sights and sounds of Stranraer , and how I met the Celtic beauty Colleen . Thank you again mam. Mike
posted by
lionladroar
on October 21, 2006 at 2:17 AM
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HELLO FRIEND YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL IMAGENATION FOR THE WRINKLES AND LIVING THE OLD AGE BEFORE ITS TIME FOR YOU AS MARIE WROTE FOR YOU I KNOW ME TOO...
...... BUT INFACT IT IS VERY PERFECT POEM..
najwa....
posted by
NAJWA
on October 21, 2006 at 12:26 AM
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come on handsome you are just begging for compliments.
you want to be told
how handsome
how cool you look
that youth never left you
and that your wrinkles are still smooth
that you are not so long in the tooth
but still feel the comb through your luscious hair
come on admit handsome rogue
you vain rogue of a man
Just teasing... no one likes to see the years pile up, hopefully they are not.
posted by
marieclaire66
on October 20, 2006 at 10:52 PM
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I like this one very much and the photo too.
what a lovely way to describe youth, beautiful images of stars and nostalgia. Good write.
posted by
marieclaire66
on October 20, 2006 at 10:29 PM
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