I climbed the mountains
I sailed the seas
I searched the forests
Yet none did they please
I spoke foreign tongues
And ate their foods
Their rivers I swam
But still my heart broods
Something still calls me
From far away
Just what it is
I just cannot say
But then I recalled
A seer once said
"Do travel the world
Your mind must be fed"
"Though far you may go
Remember this
Your heart will crave for
Your mothers first kiss"
Just what he had meant
I never knew
Until that one day
It came out of the blue
England's green pastures
Oak forests deep
My country of birth
Now caused me to weep
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a great vision and rhythm...almost swaying on the lilting rhyme reached the end, so glorious and poignant...
ReplyDeleteOh this is absolutely profound ❤💜 I love the tenderness and poignancy in these lines 'A seer once said; Do travel the world. Your mind must be fed. Though far you may go remember this. Your heart will crave for your mothers first kiss' Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤💜
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Aaaaaaw! I totally ge your need for England's Green and pleasant land...My mum has Alzheimer's and when we take her out for a drive in the country she always sighs and says "We do live in the most beautiful country, don't we?"*usually because she thinks we are driving back from the airport when we returned from Aus in 1970*
ReplyDeleteRobin, I just squealed like an unruly, happy child. This is so beautiful, and so true, and so full of wonder... I love it!
ReplyDeleteLovely ! Reminds me of the movie finding forrester
ReplyDeleteIf I were English I would be weeping as well!
ReplyDeleteThat's nice. Not long back from a very green England.
ReplyDelete(I was fearful of an Oedipus finish for a while there.)
This reminds me of a traditional ballad, a tale out a journey that may take one far from home and the call to return.
ReplyDeleteThe call of home,, anyone who has travelled far can relate to that. So true.
ReplyDeletePerhaps all journeys come full circle - though not just yet.. i hope and i wish..
ReplyDeleteThis poem expresses so well the yearning for the place one grows up. I think 'home' is 'home' no matter how far one travels from it.
ReplyDeleteNothing like the warmth of motherland... Emotion well conveyed and evoked!!!
ReplyDeleteNo matter where we have been to, at the end of our journey we still long for our "home". I enjoyed reading it, Robin. Must be the rhythm of the words.
ReplyDeleteI think you find the nostalgia... with it's etymology it's really what you write
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely and beautiful poem, full of some great lines. The search and the memory and the travel are very evocative.
ReplyDeleteOh, I enjoyed this poem so much. A yearning for home though they say, "home is where heart" is well-captured.
ReplyDeleteI did enjoy this, you certainly show the realisation and yearning for a homeland in this poem.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, one does miss the place of one's birth, even though other places become home............
ReplyDeleteI can feel your yearning and through the mind one can travel anywhere. This part really stands out I believe a sage might offer these words of wisdom.
ReplyDeleteBut then I recalled
A seer once said
"Do travel the world
Your mind must be fed
This is wonderful! Mother's first kiss - what an inspired analogy. A beautifully rendered piece!
ReplyDeleteMemories can certainly play havoc with our emotions!
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