It's Far Away I Am Today

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

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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.

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I'm glad you explained the rhyming scheme; it made the poem all the more impressive...I appreciate the hard work you have given to this beautiful picture of Ireland...what I can never do...

Posted 11 Years Ago


The way you depicted longing as freedom, as an emotion to be cherished rather than rued, was beautiful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


And it was worth every laboring second.. Your poem reads like a storybook in poetic form. I can only hope that I'll be able to construct something of this magnitude one day. Being Irish and a hopeless romantic lol I loved everything here. The music, pic and both poems. This is truly amazing. Truly a masterpiece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is truly Romantic...written with a gentle heart for a loved one. I enjoyed getting swept away in this mesmerizing journey.

Posted 11 Years Ago


great job!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Simply beautiful, I can feel the precious high love, connecting us with God...

Posted 12 Years Ago


My respect Tate!... there is so much I would like to say.. First to have that hunger to compose a poem for 2 long years is unimaginable! How many people can have that... Second to keep in mind the technicalities of poetry and still tell your tale the way you want to say is quite an effort.. you create such breathtaking pieces out of simple stories of life.. Hats off!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Brings wonderful images to mind. A potent piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


wow tate this is truely amazing. really enjoyed it. thanks so much for sharing.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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