Hills of Home

Bells of the town clock tower took too much from you and me Yet off to the rock and river they give of life for eternity

Wind ran by to kiss your cheek

round your neck our gilded hopes hung

The hand of God flowed soft within

from when he was happy and young

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Forget the nights of wanton desire

give to me not love nor tears

Evenings filled with endless dreams

bring me safe from all life's fears

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Your beauty is so great to bear

my chest hardly held its ache

For beauty more than bitter tears

will make the soft heart break

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Bells of the town clock tower

took too much from you and me

Yet off to the rock and river

they gave of life for eternity

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How often did we pass each other

o'er the long years as others do

Ne'er  once daring to ride the fire

to heavens door we never knew

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Author's Note

This is my first attempt at something a bit abstract. So please bear with me as I learn.
In our great attempt at manifest destiny we have left so many families broken apart, estranged, lost to the winds of time. Even now we let our cities die as we build ever outward to the horizons. We are in such a hurry to make our mark on this world we forget the most important thing, home. Is any man strong enough that he never need to lean on the foundation that bore him to adulthood? As in the times of the ancient mariner we all hear the call of sirens that gesture us to sail home. Continuity of purpose flows from the wellspring of our lives. In the end we all find we are drawn inexorably home, to the hearth from around which we told our tales of long ago and spun our yarns of a life well lived. The well spent life will always beckon from the winds of change a call for home.

Reviews

[roarke]

home is many things. The hearth, heart.... it's an age old concept, not always evident in modern times. But visible or not, it's the same, "never risking once to ask the way..." What should be instinctual from cradle now is disintegrated into many disconnected parts, waiting for each one to find it and fashion it anew.... difficult task. Ah, continuity of purpose... intentions, home isn't made of serendipity... the hearth fire isn't the glow of a flat screen.... the dry, warm, quiet inner security isn't provided by gated community security....
Heaven's door, the eternal home.

[Patricia Wedel]

You are very gifted, Tate... the gentle words that express
the feelings of a Life well spent with perhaps a shadow of a
dream. tenderly, Pat

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you pat. I don’t know exactly what I was thinking when I wrote this but it is a recurring thought in my mind this constant path running back to the past. Wondering what life would be like if I had turned right instead of left

[Patricia Wedel]

Or as Robert Frost would say—. “The Path NotTaken… as I recall.. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful message here, conveyed so well Tate. Third stanza, particularly memorable. Thank you for sharing. Hope all is good with you and yours.

Chris

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Chris thanks As I said this one is a little different it was just a fleeting dream my head trying to lease together a life well spent with regrets along the way.

[Jennie Baron]

Well said in an amazingly beautiful way.

[melissa]

Amazing poem tate thank you for sharing your poems keep up the great work i enjoy reading them

[Eileenws]

Another Tate Morgan masterpiece. You say that this is a first attempt at abstract poetry. Well you certainly have great beginners luck. You make a good point about the downside of progress. Things in our past shape our future. Nicely done. Eileen

[Tate Morgan]

thank you eileeen i am not good at abstract But i though id giveit a try

[K. D. Kromminga]

That seems to be a requisite of a good poet to find new and interesting ways to communicate concepts that are at the core of our being. Every so often you can catch somebody's attention all the better to impart what's really important out of life. Personifying concepts is a great way to get that done, and this is a good example of that technique. Well done.

[FrancescaX]

My friends will call this piece of work "deep". i like this. It is beautiful.

[Ravyne Hawke]

I like this as an abstract piece. The narrator, imo, appears to be an observer of this lovely young woman. Watching, wanting, desiring from afar. A missed opportunity, perhaps. Lovely write.

[Marie]

I have so little family left...and though my sisters still seek out their roots, I keep throwing myself at the future...

[Muse]

2nd time reviewing this, nothing wrong with being abstract.

Your beauty is so great to bear
my chest hardly held its ache
For beauty more than bitter tears
will make the soft heart break


if you ask me..the message is crystal clear.