Archive for the ‘nature’ Category


by Paul Bishop — September 2, 2006

(For A & A)

A long winding road
That curls ’round gentle hills
Of St. Remy, New York
In the gorgeous Catskills

The Whispering Pines stand tall and fine
A soft sussuration speaking to their kind
The gentle breeze
The rocks, the trees
And birds to sleep with ease

Over the house the trees stand and guard
Silent sentinels of the nature-filled yard
While music flows
Its skirling goes
Long after day’s close

Fire-maned goddess in forest-green gown
And hippophile sage with pony-tail brown
With voice, whistle, guitar
Harp, bodhran, mandolin
Welcome you warmly when you come in

Hospitality of the most generous kind
Music for the soul, pease for the mind
Rest for the weary
From a world well-roamed
Another place that I can call “Home:

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The Piper In The Hills


by Paul Bishop — September 21, 2004

If I had but a day in Erin
I’d spend my time in the hills
Listening for the piper
Between the fen and rills

High on a rocky outcrop he stands
A lone, solitary Celt
A whistle held gently but played with abandon
That I’ve not long heard or felt

The lament of his heart
The skirl of his tune
The fading of notes
And a day gone too soon

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Faerie Inside


by Paul Bishop – September 30, 1998

Glorious Moon in scarlet hid
Bear my soul away
Let me tread Earth with gossamer wings
And near the Tolmen pray
Let me touch the richest Soil
Breathe the essence of the Air
And in the Mother’s purest Waters
Find my true reflection there

Under Sun at simmering noon
Let my shimmering wings take me away
Through Forest ancient and greening Glen
Where the Fantasia of folklore play
And when I stand upon the Moor
To gaze upon the shining Sea
I tell you I now only find
My true place in old Faerie

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The River Of The Soul


by Paul Bishop – February 1997

Yesterday I went and sat in the park
On a cold concrete railing overlooking the river
After two warm days with melting snow
It roared down its course, cold spray making me shiver (more…)

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The Rock


by Paul Bishop – March 7, 1998

Until you’ve
Stood on its vast rocky reaches with the waves pounding the shores
Looked out onto a grim sea that goes on forever in its strength
Wandered its forests of green that stretch on to the horizon
Walked atop its highest hills, and seen nothing but more hills for miles
Listened to the lilting talk of the Newfoundland-born
Wended your way through the cultures of accumulated history
Enjoyed the hospitality of the local people no matter where you go
Then you have never been to Newfoundland
And you’ll never understand the place it keeps in our hearts…

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by Paul Bishop – September 20, 1997

The sun was setting in the west
On that horizon broad
As I sat alone in the wind
Where no-one else has trod
And when the sun appeared
From behind covering cloud
I basked in the knowledge that
I had caught a glimpse of God

The rays fell down from heaven
Glowing golden bright
My eyes rose to meet them
Glorious was the sight
And all man-made things faded away
Beneath the veil obscure
I rested alone with God
Bathed in His wondrous light

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Seasonal Angst


by Paul Bishop — November 29, 1996

When I stare into the sky
And feel the snow fall on my face
In the dark of drifting night
Suddnely life steps back a pace
Fall upon me, snow of white
Cover me in blanket bright
When it melts in springtime day
Will it wash my sins away? (more…)

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