It's Far Away I Am Today

It's Far Away I Am Today

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

'Cross waves of wheat, her face I'd greet that white skin of milk and dew A voice so sweet, echo's the street green eyes cased in honey hue

"



Lucy Hamilton, Princess of Ireland



It's far away I am today

from shores where my mind has been

In ocean spray where children play

there I long for Irish kin




Warm fire of coal should be the goal
of the life I call my own

This kindly soul now pays the toll

safe and sound, yet all alone


 

'Cross waves of wheat that face I'd greet

her white, skin of milk and dew

A voice so sweet echo's the street

green eyes cased in honey hue

 

 

 

In stacks of hay where we might lay

dreamin hopes ring freshly new

For everyday I wake to play

I give of my soul to you

 

 

 

By every dawn and carriage drawn

I watch leaves sail off the tree

All crying on will not begone

the most precious tales of thee

 

 

 

On wings above does fly the dove

of a life gentle and true

Oh precious love you be made of

as the lord created you

 

______________________________________________________________________

Galway Bay

 

'It's far-rr away I am today

from scenes I'd roame-dd a-boy,

And long ago the hour I know

I first saw Ill-i-nois

 

But time nor tide nor waters wide

could wean my hearr-t away,

For ever true it flies to you,

my own dear Galway Bay.

 

O ! grey and bleak, by shores and creek,

the rug-ged rocks a-bound,

But sweet and green the grass between,

as grows on Irish ground,

 

So friendship fond all wealth a-bound,

and the love that li-ives always,

Bless every home beside your foam,

my own dear Galway Bay.

 

Had I youth's blood and thoughtful mood

and a heart of fire once more,

For all-ll the gold the world might hold

I'd never lee-ave your shore,

 

I'd be content with what-ever-God sent

with neigh-bours old and gray,

And I'd lay my bones, 'neath church yard stones,

beside you, Galway Bay.

 

The blessing of a poor-old man

be with you night and day,

The blessing of a lonely man

whose heart will soo-oon be clay;

 

'It's all of Heav-ven I'll ask of God

upon my dying day,

My soul to soar for-ever more

above you Galway Bay.






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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
This I wrote for the sweet maid Lucy Hamilton of Ireland. She rescued me when I was lost, with a sweet nature and a melodic voice like far flung rain. Her loving care melted my cold heart and gave me back my soul.
May God watch over her.
As to the poem It is the most complex thing I ever constructed. I try to make works seem as though they just roll off the tongue. However with this it was intensely hard.Every rhyme adds to complication of a poem.But that does not always make them better.In some cases the simplest formulas and rhyme make the best poetry.
I hope you liked it. It was anything but easy to construct. And I have worked on it off and on for 2 yrs.
Tate

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Tate,
This piece, I must say, is spectacular. To breathe in such a refreshing breath of crisp and cool nostalgia is simply devine. It's like breathing in the ocean's spray on a winter morning. The melancholy is not overlooked, but simply adding to the beauty of such a heart's flow. The heart beat and architecture of this piece are simply astounding! I feel it as almost a prayer of thanks and longing, as if Solomon wrote one last Psalm that was hidden in the catacombs of time and place. This piece soars and forever breathes within my mind's eye, painted into the proverbial retnas of my soul. So magnanimus in feeling and spirit.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Truly an amazing write Tate! The beautiful sentiments and heartfelt feelings are just oozing from it.
''In stacks of hay where we might lay
dreamin hopes ring freshly new
For everyday I wake to play
I give of my soul to you''
ahhhh words to sit back and soak in. lovely!

Posted 2 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Months Ago

Thank you Susan I'm humbly honored
There's epic, and then there's EPIC!!!!!

Damn man, this piece is just incredible. Everyone now and then I read a piece and think "This type of piece is the reason I write. The fact that words can create such wonders in the mind."

The flow and wording, just everything in this is nothing short of inspiring. Great job.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

7 Months Ago

Thank you Richard Im both honored and humbled as well as your friend
its beautiful Tate ..i think your hard work and standards paid off ..lots of lilt and homeland calling in and between your lines .. tho the Irish may be many generations from the Emerald Isle it never ceases to draw us ..
E.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Months Ago

Gene Thank you Time seems to bring us round to the universal truths of life. Love being the greatest.. read more
Einstein Noodle

11 Months Ago

i love your poems to Lucy ..she obviously has had a great impact on your life ..love you brother!read more
Tate, I love it. It's simple yet precise, and I can tell that you worked very hard to create that effect. Very fresh; it feels green

Posted 11 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Months Ago

Thank you I was inspired by the beauty of the Irish Ilse and the princess Wholives there
I love this line: t's far away I am today/from shores where my mind has been
It seems to set the mood for the entire piece.
If your goal was to make it roll off the tongue, you've accomplished that. It is a beautiful, lilting piece, with a warm heart, gentle nature, and wisps of love and longing that weave themselves through every word. Nicely done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much o try to make all my work roll easy on the mind
Either way you look at, complex or not ... That poem got knocked out of the ballpark and out the milky way!!! ....
It's also how I construct mine. trying to get it right. Sometimes it's just the smallest thing. But you're searching for perfection with just a handful of words lol

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you I am so glad you liked it I just finished my interview with Susan Here it is .https://rhyt.. read more
paperfox

1 Year Ago

The Castles in the Sand poem on there is what really caught my eye ... a poem that turned into philo.. read more
Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Yeah ole david is quite the man
'In stacks of hay where we might lay
dreamin hopes ring freshly true
For everyday I wake to play
I give of my soul to you' ... I absolutely love this!


Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you Melobldnfr I spent more time creating this than all but one other poem I ever created.
Beautifully new words written for the air...

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you thomas so nice to hear from you a man of like thought and demeanor
Absolutely beautiful piece :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you Alicia so much
a sweet and touching write tate,loved the irish feel

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you Ron it was meant to invoke the feelings of the irish
 wordman

2 Years Ago

well it got me,loved it

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