Homestead re-visited.
How great thy vista to my eyes abound,
when late of time, I viewed mt Southland down,
fond childhood memories bid mt heart re-call,
times, when all the trees seemed so tall,
but now, the burning coals of fading day
ignite twilight moments where magic colours play,
and yon not forgotten village lies
harmoniously beneath its genial skies,
its people's thatch and heavens spire,
are gently washed with sunset's living fire,
whilst graveyards' cherished ancient Yew
reach down to kiss the coloured painted dew,
and evening primrose within its shade
with contrasting hues here displayed;
and all that sleep in hedgerows wild
live freely, like as the spirit of a child
whose innocence breathes the air of play
of rapturous joy like this ebbing edge of day,
to await morning's green-mantled care,
as day dissolves in all its wondrous flare,
such artistry each captured rainbow bring
the blushing tints of sweet remembering,
as woolen clouds, their floating charms interlace
the chasing sun, warmth of time, everlasting grace,
So, when the breath of life's no more,
my spirit shall stay by the waters of the Stor.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
I no doubt like many others, left my very small and humble Hamlet at a very early, now unheard of age, to seek opportunities not available in our Homestead, so this poem captures a nostalgic return in later years.
Comments (22)
my spirit shall stay by the waters of the Stor.
Dear Phil,
Thank you for this beautiful poem of a by-gone age.
This is beautiful..you brought back some magical memories of my own in this homely write...
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
i really like your expressions, sentiments
and the last 2 lines are great!
ty
It us so beautiful to remember them specially when the place is a sabctuary of great rememberings.
Just lovely and thanks for the read.
I can deeply relate to this because now that I am retired and is revisiting the actual places I have spent most of my youth specially in College, and, what a nostalgic moment it brushes your mind...
A very great recollection that would connect us to the submission of our borrowed time.
when the breath of life's no more,
my spirit shall stay by the waters of the Stor.
Thanks again, Phil..
Please keep them coming for our delightful read..
Phyllis
Rob