August 3, 2017

Sadly a friend and neighbour died in June. He lived with his partner in a lovely woodman’s cottage further down in the valley.

Here is a poem of our valley in Gugliano.

Like a mate, a place draws you to it.
We touched these undulating valleys:
they embraced and entranced us. Unlike
Shelley – who drowned in the waters of
Cinque Terre – we sank into the arms of these hills:

By James Berry O.B.E. 1998

His wonderful poems are all available in book form on Amazon. I recommend an audio CD so you can hear his wonderful Jamaican voice & laughter.

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