In a Celtic Mist
(Via gardenauthor)
"In a Celtic Mist" By Deb Lambert
and mist rises
from the land
in the ancient
Celtic rhythm
of so many
Irish morns
now lost to us
in the mist of time
and bovines search
the meadow for
tender shoots
as did their
ancestors
and in this first
uncertain light of day
we long for the peace
and mourn the loss
of such bucolic vistas
in our native land
yearning for a simpler
time and existence
when the earth yielded
her bounty from beneath
our calloused hands
and bovines search
the meadow for
tender shoots
as did their
ancestors
and we sail the oceans
to ancient lands
where farmers
are still honored
for coaxing forth
the brown earth's
abundance
and where the land
seems more highly prized
and those who work the fields
more deeply respected
than those who till
our native soils
and bovines search
the meadow for
tender shoots
as did their
ancestors
and in this
emerald-hued land
we wax poetic
turning introspective
treasuring our agrarian past
drawn in by the lush
pastoral extravagance
spread before us
in a Celtic mist
and bovines search
the meadow for
tender shoots
as did their
ancestors
©Deb Lambert 2007
Photo: ©2007 S.R. Calef/Dublin, Ireland
"In a Celtic Mist" By Deb Lambertand mist rises
from the land
in the ancient
Celtic rhythm
of so many
Irish morns
now lost to us
in the mist of time
and bovines search
the meadow for
tender shoots
as did their
ancestors
and in this first
uncertain light of day
we long for the peace
and mourn the loss
of such bucolic vistas
in our native land
yearning for a simpler
time and existence
when the earth yielded
her bounty from beneath
our calloused hands
and bovines search
the meadow for
tender shoots
as did their
ancestors
and we sail the oceans
to ancient lands
where farmers
are still honored
for coaxing forth
the brown earth's
abundance
and where the land
seems more highly prized
and those who work the fields
more deeply respected
than those who till
our native soils
and bovines search
the meadow for
tender shoots
as did their
ancestors
and in this
emerald-hued land
we wax poetic
turning introspective
treasuring our agrarian past
drawn in by the lush
pastoral extravagance
spread before us
in a Celtic mist
and bovines search
the meadow for
tender shoots
as did their
ancestors
©Deb Lambert 2007
Photo: ©2007 S.R. Calef/Dublin, Ireland
