Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A poem

Wind-swept and fire-swept and swept with bitter rain,
This was the world I came to when I came across the sea.
Sun-drenched and panting, a pregnant, waiting plain
Calling out to humankind, calling out to me!

Leafy lanes and gentle skies and little fields all green,
This was the world I came from when I fared across the sea.
The mansion and the village and the farmhouse in between,
Never any room for more, never room for me!

I've fought the wind and braved it; I cringe to it no more!
I've fought the creeping fire back and cheered to see it die.
I've shut the bitter rain outside and safe within my door,
Laughed to think I feared a thing not so strong as I!

I mind the long, white road that ran between the hedgerows neat,
In that little, strange old world I left behind me long ago,
I mind the air so full of bells at evening, far and sweet -
All and all for someone else - I had leave to go!

It cost a tear to leave it, but here across the sea,
With miles and miles of unused sky, and miles of unturned loam,
And miles of room for someone else, and miles of room for me,
I've found a bigger meaning for the little world called "Home."


Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
"The Homesteader"

24 comments:

  1. Very Nice post





    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral

    =^..^= <3

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  2. Such a brave move - and no doubt a reality for rather a lot of migrants.
    Beautiful - and thank you.

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  3. I was wrapped up in this... lovely poem.

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  4. Oh how lovely. Your photo perfectly illustrates that poignant verse. Abandoned homes/farms are intriguing to me (one of the things that make me yell 'stop' when we're on the road). I always make up stories in my head about them. (But certainly nowhere near as beautifully as this poet did).

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  5. The poem could well describe your own journey, Denise. The photos were a lovely accompaniment.

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  6. I try to imagine being a pioneer...I'd fail.
    Jane x

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  7. beautiful and poignant poem..fits perfectly with your photos...

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  8. Ah homesteaders, my family. Love your poem. Dianne

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  9. fits very well with the images.

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  10. HI Great shots to illustrate this p.oem

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  11. Such beautiful verse that I was literally visualising every word and every situation..thanks for sharing Denise..

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  12. Strong imagery in that poem. Your photos compliment it perfectly.

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  13. Perfect photos to accompany the verse.

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  14. Beautiful words they make you think dont they.

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  15. Very true. We all find comfort in our little homes.

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  16. The poem is perfect for your images.. Well done, Denise! Enjoy your week and happy April!

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  17. Born Bostonian but Virginian for 35 years. I relate.

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  18. Wonderful poem! And great accompanying photos.

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  19. Beautiful shots and I love the way the poem worked with them.

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