Escapist Landscapes Pt. 1~ — (Reblog)

Feeling a bit stressed out these days? (The Beagle Channel Argentina). Who isn’t? (Banff National Park, British Columbia), Let’s escape (Coastal Norway), to peaceful places (Vancouver Island, British Columbia), and forget our worries (Zermatt, Switzerland), for awhile (Huahine, French Polynesia). I will do another peaceful images post after this (Yellowstone National Park), because we all […]

Escapist Landscapes Pt. 1~ —

On This Day 218 BC: Hannibal Routs the Romans at Trebia

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The first serious encounter of the Second Punic War ended in a decisive victory for Hannibal and his Carthaginian army at Trebia in northern Italy in 218 BC. Whilst the Carthaginian losses were relatively few, the Romans sustained massive casualties, quite possibly losing up to three quarters of their 40,000 strong army.

Although Hannibal was to ultimately fail in defeating the Romans in the long term, he came very close to succeeding. The Punic Wars were all about who controlled the Mediterranean and beyond. In the early years the Carthaginians were masters of the region, with settlements in Sicily and Spain, as well as their burgeoning homeland in north Africa.

When Rome began to flex its muscles and seriously rival the Carthaginians during the third century BC, war was inevitable. Hannibal famously took the war to the Romans with an incredible invasion with a massive elephant led army through the Alps and into Italy, an audacious attempt to finish off the Romans once and for all. It nearly came off – but not quite.

Eventually, as the Romans later got the upper hand, they were to literally wipe Carthage off the map in one of the most heinous acts of revenge ever seen.

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: Be Where You Are

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Photo by Chris Czermak from Pexels

The rattle and hoot of a train reminds me,
I want to be anywhere but here,

that the journey has more meaning
than any final destination.

Each day the train sounds on time
and I yearn to be on it,

a small case in hand to take me
back in time, forward in thought.

I see mountains and the clearest light,
a home to live in, where I want to be,

where I don’t hanker for anything
other than what surrounds me;

the lakes, mountains, the clearest air
where the noble eagle soars,

his place within nature assured
and mine below him, in peace –

a place in time to think and dream,
of how it all should be.

The dream revealing notion, of simply
being where I am.

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: ‘München 1980s’

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Toit stade Munich (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Munich was the revelation, a summer
day and sultry night spent on streets
full of girls.
Americans from Boston, all eyes,
all teeth and smiles, never knowing
the word ‘retreat’. But they froze
in the face of my voice, my accent
(and so what is that all about?). Not a word
to comprehend, though one
would understand my kiss.

Then we rose in circles of museums,
BMWs going back in time— looking
further out toward Alps, first glimpses of
Olympic legacies, where Bayern now
played in their blazing red. More
a work of art than a stadium; like
the girl at the counter, almost beyond
beauty, leaving me speechless
and sadly gawping. “What is this?”
I asked myself. “What are you
doing to me, this feeling?”

So typical of me, my mind going off
in tangents, to eastern philosophies
of afterlives and rebirth. Patience
has made her beautiful, patience
in forgotten pasts, risen up
into this image which attracts
without trying, like a baby or a kitten,
yet so deep, more profound.

I found myself smiling into
cobalt eyes, stuttering my worst
German words. And all the poor girl did
was blush

poem © copyright David F. Barker 2012
* inspired by a trip to Munich way back when
and Claudia’s fine prompt for dVerse.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NIi-Q09gLs

Some favourite music for a hot sultry night…