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

[Awdures]

I always wanted a man to write me poetry, maybe I have to wait a few more years and actually date a man who can spell his name. The emotions and thought behind this is beautiful Tate, and the rhyme scheme works really well for the balladic type rhythm you've used

[MAC]

Tate...she had to wait 2 years for this poem? :) She is amazingly patience with you! You can feel all the work you put into this piece. It is very sharp, flawless! It flows to perfection and you are very right my friend, one can easily put it to musci. excellent write!

[VioletRose]

Tate, I love this poem :D Great write I love teh rhyimg. : D

[Misty Blue Eyes]

i love the "oceans spray where the children play" thats a great image and think of times by my beach in florida with my family. i know thats not the poem but it brought me to that place. i love your poem alot Tate.. keep pouring your heart out

[Lady]

Your words and the music seem to flow very nicely together. Definitely not an easy project - therefore I'd have to say I'm very impressed. Lucy sounds like a very special woman!

[S Sanders]

Well, it is a difficult job well done! I know how hard it is when you're dealing with syllabic counts, not to mention all the other pieces of your formula:-) It rhymes well and did remind me of a beautiful song. (I noticed the internal rhyming as I read along) Kudos.

[Richard Williams]

A fine piece Tate, well constructed and full of fine images. You did Lucy proud with this tribute in a sincere flow of artistry. I'm a big fan of internal rhyme as well, using a lot of 8-6-8-6, but will experiment and vary. I struggle a bit with your last two lines, where you say she, "be made of" (that ends the line) and then the last line, "as the Lord created you." It is somewhat disconnected. And line (3) is a seven (7) count; if you wish it to be (8), you can simple add a "the"; "Ocean spray where the children play." Better still, I would say it as, "In ocean spray where children play." That has better rhythm. Kudos on rhythmic effectiveness and especially the heartfelt goodness that resonates in beauty.

[TM "Ree" Tate]

I think you succeeded with your goal quite admirably. This has a very nice flow, creating music to the ears, as well as the mind.

[April Child]

Lovely lilt to these words. I like how the meter seems jaunty while the piece itself is wistful and touching. Very nicely done.

[Nayan]

Loving to read :)