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

[Sarah Redigan]

oh my seriously feeling my roots

[JB Murray]

Nicely done Tate. Beautiful piece. I really wish you would write some crap once in a while so I could at least off some corrective criticism... lol!

[Hayley]

Well your hard work paid off! This is more than exceptional. I have only praise!
The greatest poems are the ones with careful measure and rhyme, in my opinion. I guess I have always appreciated the art that is constructed when you stay within guidelines, but create something with emotion and beauty.
The vernacular of the Irish just gives this piece its uniqueness and individuality, and sets the tone.
Excellent, excellent job!

[Mary Fioratti]

PS: Correction: "with our hearts"...

[Mary Fioratti]

Tate, it is very beautiful. Mostly when we talk with your hearts. No words can be more perfect, when we feel that the pen is running over the paper, with real feelings.
Very beautiful.
*Mary*

[Penlady]

I love the contrast in these two beauties. you've really spoken of llove and yearning for a love's heart and for the heart of GALWAY BAY
Wonderful.

[SM Davis]

Tate,
you have romance and a poetic eye. STRETCH my friend. STRETCH YOUR ABILITIES....write with passion...without a rhyme in sight. You've mastered the sonnet ... the rhyme in time. This is nice. Very nice...but you play it safe. I would love to see you break the barriers and really punch the reader with magic. You have it in you. Just let it breathe.

[Crow]

A beautiful prose from the heart, you have brightened my day with the imagery of a far away place and a warm heart.

[Amila Jay]

Omg!!! This is a lovely piece of writing!!! breath taking words, super:)

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

This has to be one of the most beautiful things I have read in a while. I love the music of Ireland and you captured that spirit in your poem. This could easily be added as more verses to this song..... very complex I imagine but it flowed very well.... I am so glad Lucy Hamilton helped you..... this is a beautiful ode to her!!