There was a man from Rosmuc Atop a giant cliff ready to leap And fly away ,landing in death In Galway Bay
He saw her at play that gruesome day She was flailing her arms A though slapping the wind And he was never to see her again,
she was trying to stop him from making the jump But his guilt for desertion overtook his emotions And he leapt to his death with no hesitation.
She made her way to the bottom of the cliff Where he lay so cold and oh so stiff ":Oh daddy don't you know it was okay to go You wanted your home so lost without it And now you found it. Rest easy in your land father, And I will remember too for when I go to sleep I will sleep in our land right next to you
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
A father deserting and a daughter's forgiveness and understanding Making her father_s land her land
Thank you, Never heard of The Field. Fond it on internet. by someone called Rumi, It was a beautiful poem "Love is only felt by the soul. I just finished one called "only a brain. about the soul and Spirit. Thanks again for your comparative analogy.
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Reminds me of "The Field"
Regards Mick.
Thank you, Never heard of The Field. Fond it on internet. by someone called Rumi, It was a beautiful poem "Love is only felt by the soul. I just finished one called "only a brain. about the soul and Spirit. Thanks again for your comparative analogy.
barb...... This Rumi guy is great