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My name is Barry West, I come from Glastonbury in the county of Somerset, England, about 150 miles west of London. I was born on August 3rd, 1946. I spent 10 1/2 years in the British Army, and also owned my own pub in Glastonbury. Prior to coming to America I was the manager of a company for 8 years. I came to Florida in December 1996, this was my first taste of the USA. I had met my now wife Judith on the internet, and after spending 3 months together we decided to marry :). Once I obtained my work permit I started work for Walt Disney World at EPCOT, I am still there and coming up to 2 years in September. My wife is from Taunton, Massachusetts. We have just bought a new double wide manufactured home and it is sitting proudly on our 1 acre site surrounded by oak and pine tree's. Another Poem IN EAGLES EYE Over mountain tops I soar each day Among the currents warm I play I watch and see the beauty of Flying high, up above The snow lies 'tween the rocky slopes And on this landscape I see ropes The climbers picking their way atop Till on the summit they can stop The rumble of the waterfall Among the mountains high and tall Rivers flowing to the sea Who can see it? Only me? The grassy slopes where graze the deer Are lush and green with water near Where grow the flowers and the trees Have you ever seen such sights as these? I see storms that come and bring the rain Winds that blow and sun again All these things I see on high As I circle round up in the sky Come join me let your mind explore As we climb I will show you more You can spy most everything See what eagle eyes can bring? Barry West May 4, 1999 � OK one more :) TSIMSHIAN Speak to me of Ravens; speak to me of life. Speak to me of history of struggles and of strife. The Tsimshian Indian has seen it all before. The Tsimshian Indian continues their folklore. In dances you will see it, in songs and music too. In drums and masks and totems they will show it all to you. You can see it in their faces; you can see it in their eyes. Among the young and middle aged and elders who are wise. The stories they are telling of Eagle, Salmon, and Whale. Of Raven flying in the sky, of yesteryears living hell. Through many years of turmoil, a nations misty past. Is now becoming clear again, the sky is bright at last. To all your peoples near and far I wish the best to you. Thank you all for being here, my thoughts are with you too. My memory of these past few days will linger in my mind. I hope one day we'll meet again and the Raven we can find. The Raven, who is in us all, we can feel him in our hearts. And if we never meet again, let's remember those in far off parts. Barry John West� Canada Pavilion World Showcase EPCOT 4/21/1998 |
MAGIC SPELLS I have been with you to places somewhere beyond the mind I felt content and happiness, things I did not expect to find We wandered over mountains where no one else had been Where only mountain lions and eagles can be seen And in amongst the tall tree's a cabin there we found At night everything was quiet we did not hear a sound The smell of all the flowers came through windows open wide I saw the moon was rising as you lay there by my side And so in sleep surrounded I dreamt of things so pure And felt the breeze around me as you opened up the door I watched you in the moonlight as you flew into the sky Like magic you were rising Up to the stars so high 'Twas then I saw the raven with beak so long and stout Or was it really you I couldn't make it out My mind was getting foggy and the clouds came rolling in And then it started raining there was drops upon my skin It was then I was awoken And as I looked around Feathers fluttered gently beside me on the ground I rubbed my eyes to clear them for you I did not see No longer there beside me Oh god where could you be I went outside and looked up And soaring through the sky Your beauty shone so brightly how I wished that I could fly And then as if by magic my feet did leave the ground And we were moving upwards yet we didn't make a sound Far below beneath us Smoke signals rose up high From Indian campfires burning it plumed up through the sky I heard a noise like thunder and then I felt the pain As the bullet went straight through me I plummeted down again Oh why did you desert me why did you leave my side? Where did you go my darling for all the night I cried Yet here you are like magic you didn't leave at all Was I only dreaming? Did I, not really fall? Was it a dream to show me what life is all about? That nothing really matters If love you are without I wonder why this happens when loved ones are apart Is it the only way to console a lonely heart? The magic of the mountains has cast its spells on me And now my dearest darling I long for you to see So let's make this a promise when time for us allows We will fly high over mountains this time with love we'll browse � Barry J West Nov 3rd 1998 | ||||||||||||||||
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I also enjoy Ten Pin Bowling, about a 176 avg. (not bad for a brit) :) Somewhere inside me I have developed a passion for the Native American Indian, I do not know where this has come from, but I have met some people from the Tsimshian tribe from British Columbia in Canada, David Boxley came to EPCOT in Orlando and carved a marvelous Raven totem pole, which proudly stands in the Canadian Pavilion there. David brought a dance troup from Seattle to celebrate the new pole, it was a new experience for me to see the ritual dances that are presented by these people, dances of the Raven, the Eagle, the Sun and many more interesting charactors. Thank you again David and all your wonderful people who made me feel part of a very special event. | |||||||||||||||||
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