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How could you not read this and instantly be humming along and hearing Simon & Garfunkel…..this was absolutely fantastic and brought a huge smile to my face and many memories of my life back when this was first released. Well done on your very clever poetry and thank you!I began writing this while finishing the Camino Ingles a few days ago in the rain. It goes out to all the pilgrims who have been walking the last few weeks, especially in Galicia.
Hello raincoat my old friend
It’s time to don you once again
Because the mist is softly creeping
And the rain is slowing seeping
I am walking now in dripping misery
And I can’t see
Amid the sound of raindrops
“Fool,” said I, “why am I here?
This rain will never end I fear.
My Brierley is soaked and wet.
I cannot see a café yet.”
But my fears like silent teardrops fell
And echoed in the sound of raindrops
On pilgrim trails we plodded on
To walk this day’s half-marathon
‘Neath a eucalyptus overhang
I turned my jacket to the cold and rain
When my heart was warmed
By the sight of a yellow sign
A guide divine
That touched the sound of raindrops
And in the arrow’s light I saw
Ten million pilgrims maybe more
Whose ancient footsteps passed this way before
Whose courage spoke forevermore
“The Camino calls and we must walk the way!”
Despite the sound of raindrops
To Santiago we will go
St. James is waiting, this I know
We follow where the arrows lead
Through sun and rain we will proceed
And the vision that was planted in my soul
Remains my goal
Despite the sound of raindrops
~by Susan Thomas
Wonderful words and si apt for how I was feeling last week. Thank you.I began writing this while finishing the Camino Ingles a few days ago in the rain. It goes out to all the pilgrims who have been walking the last few weeks, especially in Galicia.
Hello raincoat my old friend
It’s time to don you once again
Because the mist is softly creeping
And the rain is slowing seeping
I am walking now in dripping misery
And I can’t see
Amid the sound of raindrops
“Fool,” said I, “why am I here?
This rain will never end I fear.
My Brierley is soaked and wet.
I cannot see a café yet.”
But my fears like silent teardrops fell
And echoed in the sound of raindrops
On pilgrim trails we plodded on
To walk this day’s half-marathon
‘Neath a eucalyptus overhang
I turned my jacket to the cold and rain
When my heart was warmed
By the sight of a yellow sign
A guide divine
That touched the sound of raindrops
And in the arrow’s light I saw
Ten million pilgrims maybe more
Whose ancient footsteps passed this way before
Whose courage spoke forevermore
“The Camino calls and we must walk the way!”
Despite the sound of raindrops
To Santiago we will go
St. James is waiting, this I know
We follow where the arrows lead
Through sun and rain we will proceed
And the vision that was planted in my soul
Remains my goal
Despite the sound of raindrops
~by Susan Thomas
Fantastic, Rick! Thanks for thinking to do that.Thank you Susan.
Folks, this instrumental accompanyment is just a bit short but click the arrow (not the title) and scroll up to post #1.
Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! I finished the del Norte last Sunday and am now resting comfortably in my warm and cozy home. However!… I feel every single drippy word you’ve written, reliving the “why am I here” sentiment as though my soaking wet raincoat (inside and out) were adhering to my body with cold and clammy tenacity, water dropping from the tip of my nose… yet I did it. WE did it! And we’ll probably do it again because “the Camino calls and we must walk the way!” Be blessed, my fellow peregrina, and thank you!I began writing this while finishing the Camino Ingles a few days ago in the rain. It goes out to all the pilgrims who have been walking the last few weeks, especially in Galicia.
Hello raincoat my old friend
It’s time to don you once again
Because the mist is softly creeping
And the rain is slowing seeping
I am walking now in dripping misery
And I can’t see
Amid the sound of raindrops
“Fool,” said I, “why am I here?
This rain will never end I fear.
My Brierley is soaked and wet.
I cannot see a café yet.”
But my fears like silent teardrops fell
And echoed in the sound of raindrops
On pilgrim trails we plodded on
To walk this day’s half-marathon
‘Neath a eucalyptus overhang
I turned my jacket to the cold and rain
When my heart was warmed
By the sight of a yellow sign
A guide divine
That touched the sound of raindrops
And in the arrow’s light I saw
Ten million pilgrims maybe more
Whose ancient footsteps passed this way before
Whose courage spoke forevermore
“The Camino calls and we must walk the way!”
Despite the sound of raindrops
To Santiago we will go
St. James is waiting, this I know
We follow where the arrows lead
Through sun and rain we will proceed
And the vision that was planted in my soul
Remains my goal
Despite the sound of raindrops
~by Susan Thomas
So beautiful! ( And I love her hiking dressThank you Susan.
Folks, this instrumental accompanyment is just a bit short but click the arrow (not the title) and scroll up to post #1.
Same here. The other Paul might even approve.I found myself singing the tune as I read your words. Well done!
Thank you for your kind comment!! It was fun writing it.How could you not read this and instantly be humming along and hearing Simon & Garfunkel…..this was absolutely fantastic and brought a huge smile to my face and many memories of my life back when this was first released. Well done on your very clever poetry and thank you!️
Thank you!Beautiful- and made my eyes a little wet too - or was that just the rain
Thanks so much! We were so, so wet! Many caminos and this is the first with this weather.Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! I finished the del Norte last Sunday and am now resting comfortably in my warm and cozy home. However!… I feel every single drippy word you’ve written, reliving the “why am I here” sentiment as though my soaking wet raincoat (inside and out) were adhering to my body with cold and clammy tenacity, water dropping from the tip of my nose… yet I did it. WE did it! And we’ll probably do it again because “the Camino calls and we must walk the way!” Be blessed, my fellow peregrina, and thank you!
Thanks so much!Same here. The other Paul might even approve.
I was working on one:I began writing this while finishing the Camino Ingles a few days ago in the rain. It goes out to all the pilgrims who have been walking the last few weeks, especially in Galicia.
Hello raincoat my old friend
It’s time to don you once again
Because the mist is softly creeping
And the rain is slowing seeping
I am walking now in dripping misery
And I can’t see
Amid the sound of raindrops
“Fool,” said I, “why am I here?
This rain will never end I fear.
My Brierley is soaked and wet.
I cannot see a café yet.”
But my fears like silent teardrops fell
And echoed in the sound of raindrops
On pilgrim trails we plodded on
To walk this day’s half-marathon
‘Neath a eucalyptus overhang
I turned my jacket to the cold and rain
When my heart was warmed
By the sight of a yellow sign
A guide divine
That touched the sound of raindrops
And in the arrow’s light I saw
Ten million pilgrims maybe more
Whose ancient footsteps passed this way before
Whose courage spoke forevermore
“The Camino calls and we must walk the way!”
Despite the sound of raindrops
To Santiago we will go
St. James is waiting, this I know
We follow where the arrows lead
Through sun and rain we will proceed
And the vision that was planted in my soul
Remains my goal
Despite the sound of raindrops
~by Susan Thomas
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