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.

[Helena]

Tate, you have excelled yourself in this superb work. Firstly, the title of the poem set the scene perfectly for what was to come. It was Irish through and through. A loving dedication to your sweet Irish lass who indeed made a lasting impact on you. I am sure she would love this, who wouldn't love the soul depth poety penned with loving wistfulness. I loved it and applaud and say Bravo! A keeper for sure!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the amazing poem. Her photo is beautiful. We are lucky. Kind people are willing to take us in and make us feel strong and alive. Thank you for the positive and beautiful poem. A wise man know to appreciate the good things we have in a life. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Greg Close]

The complicated structure is evident, but not distracting. It definitely evokes a mood of Ireland, and I felt some fond remembrance of my old home in Dundalk with the first two stanzas. I like how you set the scene first, and then introduce the character - that truly seemed Irish to me, for the art of the narrative is so important to the poetic works of Ireland. Nice emotional closing - evocative without overstatement

[Chelsea]

This is really well written and i can tell it took you a long time to write this poem, but i hope it payed off for you in the end. This poem made me WANT to be lucy because the way you talk about her and love her! Ahh i don't know, every girl dreams for a guy to do and say these things. well anyway, great poem once again and i already noticed this was shelved in 3 libraries! so congratz, and keep on writing!

[Caitlynxoxo]

May i first say, Lucy is absolutely gorgeous:) And I especially love the way you described her in your Author's Note. If only all men spoke such sweet words. Sigh. Anyway, onto the review:)

It was just so...amazing. I can't even describe how i felt while reading it. The words, they just sounded so perfect together, and while I read them, I actualy felt myself being pulled into a world unventured of deep, compassionate love for another. It's incredible how you can do that! The poem read like a dream. I love that rhyming scheme, because when i was younger, i had a book of verses in the same scheme, and so i learned to write poetry in the same general sense. Reading it done so beautifully just makes me smile, i guess:)

I hope this woman, Lucy, appreciates all the wok you put into his absolute masterpiece. Thank you so much for sending me the link to this! :) I loved reading it

xoxo Caitlyn xoxo

[The Analog Kid]

Well, I can see why it took so lone to construct. Very intricate set-up. Anyway, there's just something about the Irish/Scottish timbre and dialect when spoken by a beautiful woman than is so medicinal and calming. You have paid a nice tribute to Lucy.

[KAREN]

It's very beautiful and has heartfelt emotion to it. I'm sure she would love this poem!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Your hard work paid off, this is well done! The words flowed off my lips so smoothly and the rhythm was excellent!

[Jazique]

Awe that is so sweet I hope lucy loved this as much I did. I just love all the descriptions in the poem with 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."
I've never really heard many Irish song that one was really nice. I enjoyed the descriptions and the melody played withthe words as a sweet way to say thanks and as a wonderful being; being made by God and may that person never drift from his sight. So much going on but it all connects. Well done.

[OT]

oh yes I can see this must have taken some time! the complexity of the rhyme scheme, yet all the while retaining a familiar tone, so that we know it's your poem - the hidden internal rhymes were a nice treat when reading aloud! - and the Irish touch complimented it too - along with the song! well done!