Happy St Patricks  Day, It's Far Away I Am Today

Happy St Patricks Day, It's Far Away I Am Today

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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'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

 

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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 7 Years Ago


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You get across the feelings of longing and love for a past place and person very well. I don't think your poem is over-worked. In fact it trips off the tongue as if you had just spoken it. Do you always write from your own experience? Is your 'I' always you?

Posted 10 Months Ago


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49 Years Ago

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 1 Year Ago


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49 Years Ago

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 2 Years Ago


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49 Years Ago

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 2 Years Ago


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49 Years Ago

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 2 Years Ago


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49 Years Ago

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 2 Years Ago


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49 Years Ago

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 3 Years Ago


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'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 3 Years Ago


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49 Years Ago

Beautifully new words written for the air...

Posted 3 Years Ago


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49 Years Ago

Absolutely beautiful piece :)

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Marion , OH



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