Sing to my Heart a New, Old Song,
Oh Love long lost and so Far Away;
Sing me Home to Your Loving Arms
And Ne’re Again Let me Stray
From Your Grassy Fens and Viridian Wolds,
Where Promise Waits like a Beauteous Rose;
Ever Sing to my Heart of Days of Old,
Of Your Emerald Sea, of Hope and Prose.
Draw me back to Your Sweet Embrace,
Protect me in Your Velveteen Hues;
Ever I have longed to Look Upon Your Face,
While my Patience Plods, Paying her Dues.
Yet Far Away Your Beauty Calls Me,
Out of the Distance, Future and Past;
Guiding me On to Your Tranquility,
To Lie in Your Verdant Hills, At Last.
This Poem is my attempt to Express the Deep Longing, the incessant Call I feel and hear to Return to the Homeland of my Fathers; to Return to Wales, the Home I have never known.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful and Breathtaking Photography by: creativephotographywales.com
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This is very beautifully put. It expresses the sentiment perfectly. A Pakistani friend did send me a video of my ancestral home, which is now in Pakistan. I shall never see it, in reality, in my lifetime. I understand your sentiment
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I am glad you like it and that it speaks to you. I have never been able to adequate explain why it is I feel so drawn to England, or to Wales, except that it must be my Spirit, knowing that is where I belong, calling me home.
Thank You Ever So, Rajiv. One never knows…you may see it again.
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” yet far away your Beauty calls me” love the double meaning here
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🙂 Thanks Ever So, Carl 🙂
Blessings and Health ~
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Beautiful,, Morgan. Funny, but before I read your final note, I was thinking your poem reminded me of my ancestral home, Ireland! At least our kinfolk were neighbors, huh??
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One never knows! 🙂 Yes, I can see that it would sound very Irish, too. Of Course, most of Great Britain could be considered equally verdant and lush 😉
Thanks Ever So, Debbie 🙂
Blessings and Health ~
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