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

[Richard McLin]

There's epic, and then there's EPIC!!!!!

Damn man, this piece is just incredible. Everyone now and then I read a piece and think "This type of piece is the reason I write. The fact that words can create such wonders in the mind."

The flow and wording, just everything in this is nothing short of inspiring. Great job.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Richard Im both honored and humbled as well as your friend

[Lisasview]

Of course I loved every single word and understand the structure...and yes, it must have been quite a task.
There is such a song quality to it... so the rhymes certainly have a wonderful rhythm to them...I found myself singing your words..
Very~very easy to read (and sing) so again I must say that I definitely loved your work.
I am always up for a challenge and it appears you are as well...
Then, of course is the lovely topic. Anyone that reads this will certainly be moved.
Thank you so much for sharing..
Lisa

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks Lisa just got up saw you were on thought id swap stories with you .trying to think of something harder that this to show you I might have one. send me something of yours

[Lisasview]

Okay...but I really am only at the very beginning..

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Tate,

I dost and damn sure do think that this piece of your heart set to pen of page is wonderfully beautiful in gist, essence, and meaning ... With my ancestors having been expelled from Scotland to Ulster, Ireland, that fair land of four leaf clovers and Leprechauns is/was/always shall be very special to me, and to my my family who survived the purging of our kin to live and reign again here in America ... Excellent!

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Tate Morgan]

Same here my great great grandfather was run out of Ireland for hitting a cow with a hammer killing it. A hangin offense my heart always pines for Ireland

[Great Aunt Astri]

You get across the feelings of longing and love for a past place and person very well. I don't think your poem is over-worked. In fact it trips off the tongue as if you had just spoken it. Do you always write from your own experience? Is your 'I' always you?

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Astri yes I only speak from experiance and only tell stories from my own life and times Thank you

[Great Aunt Astri]

That's interesting, and 'normal' of course. A lot of poets (including me) 'project' quite a lot .. that si writing a poem from another's' point of view., putting themselves in the other's shoes. I do use my own experience of course, but most of the 'I's in my poems are not me!!!!! And I am never really sure whether the 'I' in other poets' poems is themselves or not!

[Tate Morgan]

Well I write only of what I know and have learned

[Susan 🦋]

Truly an amazing write Tate! The beautiful sentiments and heartfelt feelings are just oozing from it.
''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''
ahhhh words to sit back and soak in. lovely!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Susan I'm humbly honored

[Einstein Noodle]

its beautiful Tate ..i think your hard work and standards paid off ..lots of lilt and homeland calling in and between your lines .. tho the Irish may be many generations from the Emerald Isle it never ceases to draw us ..
E.

[Tate Morgan]

Gene Thank you Time seems to bring us round to the universal truths of life. Love being the greatest of these.

[Einstein Noodle]

i love your poems to Lucy ..she obviously has had a great impact on your life ..love you brother!read morei love your poems to Lucy ..she obviously has had a great impact on your life ..love you brother!

[D Connolly]

Tate, I love it. It's simple yet precise, and I can tell that you worked very hard to create that effect. Very fresh; it feels green

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I was inspired by the beauty of the Irish Ilse and the princess Wholives there

[ReedWrite]

I love this line: t's far away I am today/from shores where my mind has been
It seems to set the mood for the entire piece.
If your goal was to make it roll off the tongue, you've accomplished that. It is a beautiful, lilting piece, with a warm heart, gentle nature, and wisps of love and longing that weave themselves through every word. Nicely done.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you so much o try to make all my work roll easy on the mind

[paperfox]

Either way you look at, complex or not ... That poem got knocked out of the ballpark and out the milky way!!! ....
It's also how I construct mine. trying to get it right. Sometimes it's just the smallest thing. But you're searching for perfection with just a handful of words lol

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I am so glad you liked it I just finished my interview with Susan Here it is .https://rhythmandmuseblog.wordpress.com/2016/04/10/meet-poet-tate-morgan/

[paperfox]

The Castles in the Sand poem on there is what really caught my eye ... a poem that turned into philosophy, yet still kept on being charming!

[Tate Morgan]

Yeah ole david is quite the man

[Melobldnfr]

'In stacks of hay where we might lay
dreamin hopes ring freshly true
For everyday I wake to play
I give of my soul to you' ... I absolutely love this!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Melobldnfr I spent more time creating this than all but one other poem I ever created.