Friday, June 16, 2006

Remembrance and Regret

Some of you maybe you remember this, I posted it a long time ago to Soul Food Café though it has since been revised.

Remembrance and Regret

I lie upon a grassy knoll
beneath the sun’s cleansing rays,
healing in its warm embrace,
mind wandering to times so long ago
and to my homeland far away.
I remember fields of green,
narrow country roads, ancient valleys,
picture postcard villages,
the Boar’s Head pub,
the old stone church with steeple high,
and bells on Sunday morning.

Rugged hills, ferns,
wild flowers,
robin redbreasts on the wing,
blackbirds, too, and finches.
Sheep with woolly coats
and undocked tails.
Small woodlands, good for shade
and shelter from the rain.
Games I played in fabled woods,
time spent beside the pond when
I stared into its murky depth,
searching for what, who knows?
Slithery, slimy creatures perhaps,
dragons of my childhood.

Fat and juicy berries,
eating more than my basket held.
Nut gathering along narrow country lanes,
and finding mushrooms big as dinner plates
in the dew dampened fields at dawn.
Then, in our garden, current bushes
with juicy fruit red and black.
Rhubarb, apples, swedes, and carrots,
parsnips, peas and beans,
and sweet onions by the score.

The sturdy house built of rough stone
grew right from the earth, or so it seemed..
We gathered easily around the hearth
and watched the flickering flame
that kept us warm both night and day,
welcome comfort in that land of rain
and fog, mists, and sometimes gales.

My tiny room,
cozy birthplace of dreams, adventures, too.
What happened to those dreams of yore,
where did they go?
Are they floating still on puffy clouds,
sky creatures that I alone could see,
or are they buried still
deep in the mind of the child in me?

Sometimes I wish I could return
to that dear land so far away,
and to the dreams I left there.
Grab a moonbeam, child of mine,
and take me there just one more time—
take me to that dear land across the sea.

Vi Jones
©June 16, 2006


At 10:28 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Never forget. So glad you posted this. Memory is everything, and all these memories are true:-)

At 6:43 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

One of my favourites Vi. I will sing with you to make sure you never forget.

At 8:30 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Thank you, ladies, for your kind comments. It's true, you know, that old saying ... you can take the boy out of the country, but you cannot take the country out of the boy. Same with the girls, only with them, I do believe the feeling goes deeper.


At 11:10 AM, Blogger Lorijayne said...

The imagery of this poem is amazing. Thank you for posting this.

At 12:30 PM, Blogger Believer said...

Oh, Vi, you always take my heart straight to the center of your poems and I feel I live it with you. Thank you so much.

At 4:41 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

I would love to read more of these memories Vi.

At 1:06 AM, Blogger Lois said...

I do remember "Remembrance & Regret,Vi and perhaps I wrote to you and answered this way...

I pine for you as I have come to know what loss is of one's home country or one's place of Birth.
I moved away in 1957 ,to a new home as a married woman BUT I re visited my birth home every week sometimes more than once...until one day I knew I had to come home for good,no matter the consequences of this decision you say Vi perhaps it is women who feel more, that, emptiness more than males ....
I am forever glad I listened to my heart and not my common sense....sometimes we are only too aware that there is something missing in our lives,some wholeness that some never find,
I am blessed to be one of those who found that wholeness..
Lois (Muse of the Sea)

At 6:42 PM, Blogger BeetleBug said...

Vi, please tell me what are swedes?


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