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

[roy mccarthy]

a masterpiece tate,
it has a celtic flow to it,
and delores keane is also a fav singer of mine!
great poem,
you should also check out 'you'll never be the sun' by delores keane....

[Crowley]

Damn Tate....if you wrote stuff like that about me, I'd take you in too...lol. Very heartfelt, nostalgic and romantic all rolled up into one sweet piece. Sounds like you are a lucky guy. Great job.

[Helpless]

gorgeous, i think i read this one before, but reading it for the second time it was even more beautiful than the first.

[Ashley]

I love the last two paragraphs the most. wonderful write as always. pretty woman as well, love her necklacke. great job. 100

[Clockwork]

I really liked the sentiment of the poem overall. You did a really good job setting the stage with the seasonal imagery. I also really liked how you seamed to be speaking to her as you were reflecting on all the things that reminded you of her.

I really like the pastoral details that you bring into play, but I think that they get a little tangled in the first line of stanza three. I took it as you would greet her with those gifts, but I also think it could be taken as dumping the gifts in her face. Saying that you would greet her with those things may make things a little more fluid.

Other than that, I though the poem has a nice effect. Thank you for messaging me about it.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

This is Divine, Sublime and delightful. Such love is truly graceful and timeless. Thanks so much for sharing this with me. Being of Irish blood and a green eyed monster myself I feel akin to this lovely tune!
Thank you!
Love and Light,
Siddartha

[Bridget Mcmaken]

Wow this is a very amazing poem. I love it. Once again how you word this poem amazes me. Thanks so much for sharing this piece.

[Valentine]

This is a wonderful tribute to someone who aided you through those rough patches in your life...at times we all need an angel like this to watch over us..Beautiful write as always..Me..I love all of the British Isles..LOL N God bless..Kathie

[Joel M Frye]

You did a fine job of recreating the meter of the song that follows, if that be your inspiration. We never know which face the angels will use to turn our lives around. I have my own Mary Hamilton; each of us probably do. A soulful and touching memoriam, Tate.

[Lost, n'MT]

Another wonderful piece and excellent song choice to accompany this poem. You did an excellent job of expressing your feelings, quite touching. Great write!