In the stillness of dawn, a soldier dreams,
Of a home left behind, or was it just a gleam?
Hiraeth grips the heart, a silent yearning stream,
For a place he cannot reach, but knows by heart's theme.
Memories flicker like stars in the night,
Of laughter and warmth, of love shining bright.
Yet the battlefield's echoes drown out the sight,
A soldier's dream of home, in the midst of the fight.
Hiraeth whispers in the rustling leaves,
A home unrealised, a heart that grieves.
Through the chaos and noise, a soul believes,
In the dream of returning, a soldier achieves.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 7:02 AM UTC
In the stillness of dawn, a soldier dreams,
Of a home left behind, or was it just a gleam?
Hiraeth grips the heart, a silent yearning stream,
For a place he cannot reach, but knows by heart's theme.
Memories flicker like stars in the night,
Of laughter and warmth, of love shining bright.
Yet the battlefield's echoes drown out the sight,
A soldier's dream of home, in the midst of the fight.
Hiraeth whispers in the rustling leaves,
A home unrealised, a heart that grieves.
Through the chaos and noise, a soul believes,
In the dream of returning, a soldier achieves.
Hiraeth - A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.
I like this word; never heard of it before researching weird and wonderful words. This one certainly fits me. I often felt a longing for home during my tours. Strangely, I always enjoyed the tours and wanted to be there with all the lads. I was always glad to get home, even when I was single, although it usually meant me doing rear detail while the Pads went on leave first.
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