May 2014
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 true
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
Tate
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/740794/
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 true
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
Tate
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/740794/
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
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
