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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© 2019 Tate Morgan

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.

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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 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Don't want to dilute the beauty of your piece with frivolous words of praise. I'd just like to say its perfect.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Astounding, I must say. Why don't you post an audio version of this poem?

Posted 6 Years Ago

WoW Tate! Quite spectacular
You put some really hard work in this piece and it truly payed its fruit

Posted 6 Years Ago

Very beautiful I can feel your heart in your work and its refreshing good and kind. Another lovely poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Very creative and decisively written. I like the flow of this piece and double rhymes per line. It was obvious this was written from the heart.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Poem structure = Perfect, Rhyme scheme = Perfect, Metrica = Perfect, Sound = Perfect, about this one I'd like to point out as a proof this verse that really caught my attention "On wings above does fly the dove". Congrats, that's def an amazing poem !

Posted 7 Years Ago

I've spent several months on a poem...not years. I admire your efforts for the simple reason that I wish I could be even more disciplined with technical writings. But when I try...I feel I lose my wrapped up in rhyme and feels forced...losing it's creative spirit. So with that said...if you can stay true to discipline...and not get so caught up in it...that the message feels forced...then have indeed delivered a fabulous deserves the title of both. Lovely indeed. I imagine her voice being like the ocean breeze...calming to the soul.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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7 Years Ago much flattery and beauty she must inspire....especially if your wife likes her too. lol
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I have come to expect nothing but this gorgeous display of heart, journey, and sincerity, from you, Tate :)

Posted 7 Years Ago

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 7 Years Ago

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

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on June 3, 2011
Last Updated on July 8, 2019
Tags: poetry, Life, Sad, adventure, mystery, pain, poem, romance, story, death, fantasy, fiction, heart, love


Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH

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