Songs of my salad years

Summer Wings and Mountain Springs

By Bryan Sanctuary, circa 1972-3 The closest and the farthest thoughts, The oldest and the young, So summer wings and mountain springs And cherry blossoms sing. The meadow sees the grazing cows, The farmer with his dog. The winding river... Read more

Songs of my salad years

Ode to my First Born

Bryan Sanctuary August 4th, 1972 Tell me what the heart feels And tell me of the joy, To hold for the first time Your new-born baby boy. The worried look upon my face As I held her squeezing hand. “Another... Read more

Songs of my salad years


By Bryan Sanctuary June 27, 1972 Sometimes you sit and wonder And let your mind go free, To seek out little thoughts gone by Of things that used to be. Through little paths on long lost trails You sail upon... Read more

Songs of my salad years

Upon the Heather Bed

By Bryan Sanctuary June 7, 1972 Forget about the city-wide, Forget about the toil, Come bathe with me in countryside, Let me taste your fragrant oil. Away with midnight thoughts he’d sail, To see her through the mist. Up to... Read more

Songs of my salad years


By Bryan Sanctuary, June 27, 1972 Whenever I feel the coming of spring With the running of sap in the trees, The scent of the woods all dewy and damp, And the song of the birds with the breeze. I... Read more

Songs of my salad years

Our Picnic

Bryan Sanctuary June 5, 1972 on Hill 378 overlooking The Meuse Valley We sat in our shady forest place Not far from a field where daisies grew And on the soft moss, we laid out a sheet While all the... Read more

Songs of my salad years


Bryan Sanctuary May 23, 1972 We sat in a place and held hands in the meadow. We laughed at a squirrel and heard the bird song. The joy of our spot our hearts couldn’t hide. We’d return many times with... Read more

Songs of my salad years


Bryan Sanctuary May 1972 Past our narrow realm of knowledge, And out beyond our dell, I wonder if a thought exists, Or if there is a smell. Maybe noses see the light, And eyes can feel the warmth, Maybe fingers... Read more

Songs of my salad years

The Gypsy Dialogue

Bryan Sanctuary February 8, 1972 It rises up and falls away And the leaves flick from green to grey. Always it happens, the wind from the sea Catches your heart and swirls it from me. “Oh, where is the darkness,... Read more

Nela my hippie friend

My Garden

By Nela 1966 I do not own this garden, but to you alone I show The flowers that I care for and am in awe as they grow. Before you leave me, take my hand and walk across the lawn,... Read more

Bryan's Blogs, songs and science

I started this blog in January of 2022. My old blogs are still available from the pull-down menu above. I stopped blogging for some time, but now will be back.

It is a time for change