It's Far Away I Am Today

'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

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

Reviews

[Shelly Braen]

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.

[Samuel Dickens]

Seems you were fortunate to have this Lucy Hamilton in your life. She sounds like an angel from above. If God would make more like her, we'd all be blessed.

[Dream Weaver]

A breathtaking ode of genuine emotional poetics.
Well depicted in depth and in a heartrending fashion.
Sadly beautiful...

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Ireland made me feel closer to God. It is such a beautiful majestic place. Its being in a living dream.
Your words had those memories flooding back to me. This poem is all about true love and it touched
me. I am always amazed by your ability to capture the spirit of humanity.

[Bubo]

Tate ~ Your writing always seems so effortless, as if it pours from you, with sweet abundance.......I just love both pieces, especially the write for Lucy, in all it's innocence and love, just pure love and thankfulness, such an emotional write ....beautiful and with charm and gentleness.

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This is so beautiful and amazing.
It does flow with emotions of the love and the yearning of long ago.
This is so, so, touching, moving, so heartfelt. I could feel the love you had/have for Lucy. Makes me wonder, have you heard or talked to her since?
We all need to be rescued at sometime, Love can melt the coldest heart.
What a wonderful poem and ode to Lucy. I hope she could read this some day.

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

Masterfully done, from the glowing descriptions to the smoothly rolling flow. The background music was a perfect accompaniment. Just amazingly sweet and beautiful.

"echo's" --> "echoes"

[Judy Ponceby]

Tate, exquisitely beautiful. You capture her and the feelings you had for her then beautifully. We should all be so fortunate to have an angel walk through our life when we need one. :)

[Christie Moses]

so lyrical Tate. A really beautiful piece of writing. It flows smoothly like gentle trickles of water.

[R J Askew]

That is an absolutely cracking Irish ballad. There is great strength in the voice and I can see why you found strength from the romantic swirl of the song which is as Irish as a pint of Guinness.

Your lines capture your emotional response to the romanticism and show how moved you are. The love yearning is there in every line ... and is the finest driving force there is. Well done! And bravo for the Emerald Isle!

[Tommy]

We walk this world blind in sight until someone takes our hand and show us light; what a heartfelt set of odes Tate… Lucy Hamiltion must have been wee sweet lass indeed, to hold the heart of your tempered soul…Flows like a dream my friend…

Great Write Tate!
RLG,
Tommy