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

[Christian Adriaensen]

Great piece Tate!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice works for sure, Tate.

[T]

Beautiful..I need to come back to hear again the melody behind the words

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A beautiful masterpiece Tate, you have outdone yourself with this one.

[Art Sun]

very creative work Tate...one can see how truly hard you have worked to bring this poetic creation for us to enjoy...nice work my friend...

[J]

i read the verse before i read your explanation and was already sweetly enchanted ~ the lilting cadence so finely irish, as is the bittersweet sentiment. tis a heartbreaking reality that a love, no matter how pure, cannot survive an ocean between; the need for togetherness seems to overshadow all practicality, and distance often wins.

masterfully constructed, you truly honour this special lady. well done, tate.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Tate,

"It's far away I am today
from shores where my mind has been
Ocean spray, where children play
there I long for Irish kin"

A beautiful start to a poem with wonderful and heart-felt sentiment. You are the dyed-in-the-wool romantic, that is for sure. And the contrast of your piece to the "Galway Bay" song is a wonderful touch.

I really enjoyed this, Tate. Nice work.

Best regards,

Rick

[Celeste21]

A pure ode to a lovely woman. Sometimes, the kindest of spirits can be the greatest muse. I love the sing-song rhyme, and how it flows off your tongue. It would make for a great nursery rhyme/ song. I admire your dedication to this piece. She would be very proud.

[Sunni Davis]

Some times, the most difficult poems are the most heartfelt, most perfect poems we can construct. This was indeed the case with your poem. Such a lovely tribute to Ireland and, most importantly to your friend.

[Sara Mercury]

It's the kind of poem that takes a long time to write, if you haven't a knack for it, especially to capture the Irish way of speaking, as you described in your 'Author's Note'. Very good piece of writing. Anyone can tell that you worked very, very hard on it. Congrats on your success. If I were an Irish lass, I would definitely be longing for home right about now ... But alas, I am American, of predominant Welsh ancestry, with a mixture of English and Scotch and German, and hints of Indian too. I'm the product of the Great Melting Pot of the World. Ireland is one of those countries I've always wanted to visit, though. The Emerald Isle holds a kind of mystique.