Full-time Celtic harpist based near Aberystwyth in Mid Wales - see http://www.harrietearis.com For information on Harriet's bass, drums and harp trio go to http://www.myspace.com/harrietearistrio
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
Hello Harriet. Good to see you in Bala, and thanks for the CD! Hope all is going well with the trio. Let me know if you are ever playing near Manchester. Eira x
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Hi Harriett, We wish you a very Happy and Peaceful New Year ! We hope to see you in Italy soon. All the Best ! Antonio & Friends "A Boxful of Treasures" Folk Club, Forlì, Italy
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Walking high above the seas glisten below A moment passes seagulls glide and flow A small café a respite against the summer’s heat Perhaps to reflect on everyone we meet.
These are the in between times of summer Nothing moves as if all were in waiting The future lies somewhere out there for sure But here and now we lay back and more
The sound of waves crashing so full of power A sense of destiny comes to fill the hour. This is a place to launch your dreams Your visions complete become as it seems.
Here time passes straight through It lingers but briefly and then all is new In the beginning it must have been like this long ago When the miracles were commonplace for each to know.
This season I shall always keep with me not as a memory but as a place where I will always feel my home.
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