Poems and writingsPosted by Uuganaa 30 Mar, 2012 09:36AM
Harry was the last in a long
line of hunters. He would never be called handsome but he was renouned for his
courage and bravado on the battlefields.
At Bannockburn he’d lost his
left arm as the result of being struck in the shoulder with an arrow. It had
turned septic and ha to be amputated with an axe. Consequently he’d taken early
He had a witty and charming
persona and a gentle way with women and children. In fact, a deep love and
appreciation for all of God’s creation.
Far off in the future in the
lowlands of Scotland there lived a man called Burky with a dog named Jodi. She
was his heroine and he doted on her. He’d got her from a rescue centre.
Previously she’d been cruelly treated and kicked about. In the past year Jodi
had undergone two hernia operations and had pulled through very well. Burky had
nursed her back to health and she gave him so much love and affection in
return. Words could not express his joy at having such a beautiful and good
natured friend and loyal companion.
One bright summer’s morning
Harry was walking through the woods by the river. He’d come down to Ayrshire to
look for a long-lost lover. Her name was
Sara. He had no idea where she lived apart from on a farm somewhere near
Suddenly he saw something
moving through a nearby cornfield. Quickly he pulled out his bow and a few
arrows from his quiver. He was almost about to take aim and fire when he
realised it was some kind of animal. A beautiful dog came bounding towards him
with tail wagging and ears blowing in the wind. She had a metal tag attached to
her collar with the name JODI engraved on it.
They got along well together
and she led him to Ayr to meet Burky. It was a fine autumn day and Harry told
Burky what they’d got up to in the days beforehand and about the exciting times
they’d had together. And how , in his absence , Jodi had found another friend.
So they all went together for long walks along the river Ayr and had great
times to share.
By Lisa and Burky
Poems and writingsPosted by Uuganaa 28 Mar, 2012 04:18PM
Staying alive tips
1. Have faith in God and don't give up hope
2. Live in the day
3. Ask for help and help others
4. Be kind to yourself
5. Do something you can do and enjoy doing: writing, reading, listening to music
6. SMILE. It releases positive endorphins
1. Love your family and people rather than drink
2. Take stock of yourself and believe in your commitments
3. Help people to understand the wrecked lives you are doing to others
4. Show people that you have changed your old habbits
5. Live life to the full. Be true to yourself and others.
6. Praise the Lord. Hallelujah. God Bless.
Poems and writingsPosted by Uuganaa 27 Mar, 2012 03:15PM
As part of our class we listened to songs and wrote. The first one was Somewhere Over The Rainbow
sang by Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo'ole. The second one was Sultans Of Swings by Dire Straits.
The first time I heard this song was when I was a baby. My mum who had a lovely voice sang it to me and my two sisters.
And it really is a wonderful world seeing the rainbow and people smiling, especially at Christmas awaiting the arrival of Santa and prezzies. By Burky
Dire Straits reminds me of my almost youthfull days when life was for living to the full. We went dancing at weekends and working hard the rest of the week. One of the best bands of their day brought those memories back.
Lisa and Tony's writings still to come.
Poems and writingsPosted by Uuganaa 27 Mar, 2012 10:33AM
Where is your favourite place in Scotland? What makes it special to you?
Scottish Book Trust and BBC Scotland
want people to write about their favourite place in Scotland, whether it’s a
remote beauty spot or an urban hideaway, a famous landmark or a
favourite cafe. They want to get Scotland writing, inspired by our country’s best-loved
So in our Creative Writing class we just did that and Burky and Lisa submitted their written work to the Scottish Book Trust website.
Burky wrote his story on Dailly and talked about his moving friendship reunion with his best friend Poker McBride.
Village Life by Burky
My favourite place is a mining village called Dailly where I was born
and I had many happy days with lots of friends and memories of the past.
I had a friend from birth until 19 years of age called Poker McBride. I
lost him for many years.
You can read Burky's story here.
Lisa wrote to Iona. She wrote a beautiful letter to this breath-taking place.
Letter to Iona by Lisa
My Dear Beautiful Iona
I have been fascinated by you since I first heard your name. I wanted
to know more about you. So I went and saw pictures online. You looked
so glorious, specially in the sunset. I longed to visit you and set my
feet on the silver white sands that surround your body. Last year, I
rented a holiday flat in Oban and caught a ferry to Mull. Then a bus to
the place where we could sail to you. I could see you before I got in
the ferry and your beauty and splendour overwhelmed me. I felt like I
was almost dreaming. When we set sail you beckoned me closer.
You can click here and read Lisa's story.
Poems and writingsPosted by Uuganaa 20 Mar, 2012 03:17PMAlmighty
Fun and games
Tea and coffee
Poems and writingsPosted by Uuganaa 03 Mar, 2012 05:52PMI am happy every morning when I wake up and know I am alive and the first sight I see is my dog Jodi and beautiful day. Jesus Is Alive Around Us.
~JimI'm happy when
waves lapping on rocks
the cry of oyster-catchers
and my dog running the shore-line
these are some of happier times
spent in Troon
finding out and holding your first born
and the feeling of total love
these are happy times
feeling emotions, love and pain
walking in rain sober and
a place to aim for a place you call your home
these are happy times
~ TonyLife without alcohol is going to cold water tap
and drinking it knowing you are not going to
vomit it up 5 minutes later.
I walked about Ayr and heard o care and share
I says to the person whats Care and Share
and what do they do there.
He says they give you food and friendship
and people who will listen to men on the streets
people who are genuine, people who really care
So headed to this place to see what and how at what price
this place of refuge whit would be the fare
My eyes they were opened when I got there
they never asked for the fare
a bit of peace love and kinship
So this was Care and Share