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Hello - what hotel is this - ?
Where lies your landmark, seamark, or soul's star?
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
What is this place? Jurassic Park?
I was born in a little place called Inverness, MS.
A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta's child could be safe.
Skid Row would probably be my favorite Jersey band.
Night Comes to the Cumberland.
My life started on the banks of the Boyne in County Meath. Navan is the name of the town; only me, Mom, Dad.
Oklahoma
Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
A NOTE FROM RYKE Fuck off.
Palace of Crystal
If I had my own Neverland it would probably be the coolest place in the world. You could do anything you want there. There would be trees everywhere.
I was born under the Blue Ridge, and under that side which is blue in the evening light, in a wild land of game and forest and rushing waters.
You're my home, Susanna. My home, my heart, my dearest love. Wherever you are, that's where I belong. Always. - Victor Bramwell, Earl of Rycliff
A parcel of country boobies
Clay Blaisdell Western
Over the wine-dark sea.
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
CASTLES IN THE AIR Laurie
Bagby Hot Springs.
In my restless dreams,
I see that town.
Silent Hill.
Take me to the land of lovers where flowers bloom with love, birds sing with love, and hearts long for hearts.
country highway. He sensed that he was
A cold, miserable little hamlet on the eastern coast of America called Piper's Grave.
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
My mother brought me numerous times to visit Orton as a child, and I have visited the gardens with my children many times. Orton is a gem on the Cape Fear River and I am excited about our restoration efforts to bring it back to its original landscape.
Now here I am, living in the land of tall pine trees and red dirt hills
Immerse yourself in the mesmerising patchwork of flatland invaded by water, desolate roads of industrial obsolescence, and a dark history
I'm with you in Rockland, where we are great writers on this same dreadful typewriter.
green forest, then took some photographs
I'm a country boy.
We are deeply saddened to hear about the passing of Jonathan Hardy. The clever wit and joy he brought to his performance of Rygel was a true gift to the world of Farscape. My sincerest condolences go out to Jonathan's family and to his many fans around the world.
Roberta Marieschi
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay"
"Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away.
Out here, in the cold, with the moon and the huge stars overhead and with kind, merry faces all round them, one couldn't quite believe in Underland.
It's not the place that matters, It's how good you are when you get there. -Rylann
Red sky at night, the city's alight.
Fox Creek Road. Such a simple, unassuming name for this place where destiny's going to go down. Now I know the where. And the who, and the what. All I have to figure out is the when. And the why.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
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Up rose Robin Hood
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?
Since woodchipping began 32 years ago, Tasmanians have watched as one extraordinary place after another has been sacrificed. Beautiful places, holy places, lost not only to them, but forever.
Drinks, fans and snow - heaven
Richie Beirach Trio
town of Angel Haven lies somewhere in the central United States, its landscape blessed long ago by the Star Witches. A vast forest of majestic trees surrounds the town, creating a natural barricade from the world outside. The trees range from evergreen saplings
There is a park that is known 4 the face it attracts colorful people whose hair On 1 side is swept back The smile on their faces It speaks of profound inner peace Ask where they're going They'll tell U nowhere They've taken a lifetime lease On Paisley Park.
Neverland!" CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
same place it was when I left earlier this morning. "Holly?" I call
It's the countryside. Perhaps this is our holiday home.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Ronde, one a live village and the other deserted, as dead as Karnak,
The river Trent is lovely, I know because I have walked on it for 18 years.
Thomasville, North Carolina. A
Rolling country, not yet quite mountainous, with woods and lakes, is what I like best.
Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne's lace. Water, river, stone, and sun. Wind over hill, under tree. Past the border none can see. Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me? I
I am a country boy at heart.
I'm a country boy. I'm from Georgia.
twenty miles of the sea. My
I grew up in a place called Malahide, which is by the water and is beautifully quiet, leafy, and part serene.
Before London swallowed it whole, Camden Town was the fork in the road best known for a coaching inn called the Mother Red Cap. It served as a last-chance stop for beer, highway robbery and gonorrhoea before heading north into the wilds of Middlesex.
I know that a Christmas tree farm in Pennsylvania is about the most random place for a country singer to come from, but I had an awesome childhood.
Brownsville, having missed their road and wandered in the
Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
Hikes in the winter forest, so surreal - Emerson knew about them. He had seen the woods at twilight. Never was a more brilliant show of colored landscape than yesterday afternoon; incredibly excellent topaz and ruby at four o'clock; cold and shabby at six.
Flown Raven is the country,"I muttered.
"City slave," he said.
"Farm boy," I shot back.
"I've never even seen a farm."
"Don't trifle me with details.
you're rowing by wordlight
somewhere in the mountains with two
Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey. I'm home. I'm home.
As a Midlander and a big walker, I'd always loved ridge and furrow fields, the plough-marked land as it was when it was enclosed. It is the landscape giving you a story of lives that ended with the arrival of sheep.
It may seem hard to believe - unless you sit down and taste them - but some of the world's greatest sweet wines are made in the Rutherglen region of Victoria, Australia.
The Forest of Dean. Here we lived in one of a row of small stone cottages with trees stretching over us like children doing ghost impressions with their hands, surrounded by closed coal mines slowly getting zipped back up into the earth.
You don't see no city when you look at me cause country's all I am. I love runnin' barefoot through the old cornfields and I love that country ham. Well you say I'm made just to fit your plans but there's a barnyard shovel pick your hands. If your eyes are on me you're lookin' at country.
Bergen, and Oldfield. The
If you were going to choose a way of making your way in this world and a place to start from, you might not choose poetry and you might not choose Huddersfield.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
The country life near Manchester I really love.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
Tortall and the Queens Riders!
Ginsberg, Clifton, Sedgwick - are
Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.
An ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world.
The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
I'm sorry, I don't listen to country music.
Ere so sober Emily/ Did New England sow/ With brooms of activity/ I'd the tree-rock spoken to.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
Yorkshire is so much part of me.
... our favorite Sayings from Ryke Meadows.
My favorite: I fucking love you.
Willow's: I don't fucking understand Tumblr.
Lo's: Fuck you, you fucking fuck.
Lily's: Fucking fantastic.
Rose's: No means no. Better yet, fuck no.
Connor's: Connor Cobalt is a fucking narcissist.
The pine is the mother of legends.
I grew up as a country boy.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
Where are there towns but no houses, roads but no cars, forests but no trees?
Answer on a map
(Riddle on children's breakfast TV)