My Green Homelands

My Green Homelands

A Poem by TrimarcoRansome
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I sit amongst the Wiltshire green hills, when I need inspiration or any thing else that money does not buy, Mother Nature, she always provides.

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Lolloping amid the hills of chalk green
Indigenous aromas wafting on breeze
Blue butterflies dancing the sun
At one, at peace with this stalwart one

Entwined in mystical powers that be
Cocooned at our Mother's mercy
The oracle of our inner most soul
She walks palm to palm wise and old
 
Taking in the drifting clouds
My abode, my childhood ground
As my cobbled life unfolds before me
She supplies my sage of muted muse

Sprawling before me those rolling hills
Held within the bosom of her mighty force
Upholding her promise betrothing this land
Sacred I take it covenant bound





© 2014 TrimarcoRansome


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My Dear Writing Friend From Across The Pond,
This muse is a prime example of why I find your works so enthralling. You with this colorful word tapestry have placed me there with you to smell, see, feel, and hear nature as she sings a melody that transforms us who seek her.
I loved your choice of word with your use of “stalwart”, a word that was unfamiliar to this writer. I have posted its definition below. A word that helped this piece of art pop with color!
My favorite line was “She walks palm to palm wise and old”, this made total sense to me. As usual a poem well worth the muse before my fire.

Blessings, Your BillBear

stalwart |ˈstôlwərt|
adjective
loyal, reliable, and hardworking : he remained a stalwart supporter of the cause.
• dated strongly built and sturdy : he was of stalwart build.
noun
a loyal, reliable, and hardworking supporter or participant in an organization or team : the stalwarts of the Ladies' Auxiliary.
DERIVATIVES
stalwartly |ˈstɔlwərtli| adverb
stalwartness |ˈstɔlwərtnəs| noun
ORIGIN late Middle English : Scots variant of obsolete stalworth, from Old English stǣl ‘place’ + weorth [worth.]


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

TrimarcoRansome

11 Years Ago

After just reviewing 'It's an Alaskan Kind of day' BillBear and writing almost word for word as you .. read more



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A similar thought of paganism came in to my head like JPH's below which shows you have done a good job with the poem, if you are invoking such thoughts in your readers.

Posted 11 Years Ago


TrimarcoRansome

11 Years Ago

Thank you again for reviewing my works, I am thrilled that both of you got the same feeling from it.
I thought i was listening to the musings of a wise old white witch, please don't take offence thats just what popped into my head when I read it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


TrimarcoRansome

11 Years Ago

Funny you should say that, often I feel I should have been or possibly was one, in another time. I a.. read more
well, the Wiltshire locale jumped off the page at me and i devoured this poem with great reverence and enthusiasm, having been born in Wiltshire (at Birderop Park) many moons ago. i enjoyed every lovingly painted image you present here.

Posted 11 Years Ago


TrimarcoRansome

11 Years Ago

I too was born in Wiltshire [Bradford on Avon] It's a magical place where I always find peace and ha.. read more
quinfinn

11 Years Ago

immensely.....you're welcome

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Added on June 11, 2013
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Tags: Wiltshire, home, nature, inspitation

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TrimarcoRansome
TrimarcoRansome

Southampton, United Kingdom



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Biography .Helen Trimaro-Ransome grew up in the Wiltshire countryside which hugely inspired her many creative talents and has remained working in creative fields during her adult life. After sitting .. more..

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