It's Far Away I Am Today

It's Far Away I Am Today

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

'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

 

______________________________________________________________________

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

Tate Morgan
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

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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.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

7 Years Ago

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



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Lovely Tate, love the Old English in it... very European... Shakespeare almost. Great work. Keep on inspiring, and writing for the universe who reads... :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


congratulations Tate

Posted 13 Years Ago


wonderful lyrical heart warming work Tate

Posted 13 Years Ago


i dont really know what to say. This poem is very special and i can seriously tell you worked hard on it. You truly are a fantastic writer.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very special poem
I can tell you put a lot
of work into this poem.
The flow is good.
Very moving poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I by no means can match your skill with the pen. I feel humbled just to have read the words that lay before my eyes! I am happy to have read what can only improve my own writing, Thank You for that!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Soft & Stunning write.... I have been away for an age...it is great read your thoughts again.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Once again you have made me see why I think you are one of the best on here. Your words make one feel as if they are there. Or want to be at least! You have a way of not only bringing forth a piece, but you make it come alive. Your way with the images bring us a step closer to the gods above and I know I am truly grateful for each word that seeps into my mind and each verse I lay my eyes upon..

You, my dear, dear, friend, are my hero!

Bravo.... This was two years of the best of the best. Never put your pen down, for you are a true artis in his own right.

Mags

xxoo

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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