To the children of the road

I met a man aside the road and shook his outstretched hand
He said he came from far off Innisfree
His boots were worn and round his head a multicoloured band
He smiled his smile reminding me of me
He said he'd lost his way on the road to Xanadu
Or Shangri La or other mystic dream
And I recalled those magic lands brought to mind anew
Those endless paths of many varied themes

I told him that the road was long with difficult terrain
And loneliness would ever be his friend
For I know well those barren looks of envious distain
As I once them forsook to nature blend
And in the telling of these things I did a truth now share
A passing thought I bid to you relate
If within your heart for mother nature now a prayer
You too shall overcome and as is your faith.
Brendan.






Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-01-21 at 17:21

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AnnaMazurek
"He smiled his smile reminding me of me"

How I just love that sentence, and how it captures the feeling!
2006-03-01


Zoya Zaidi
Promised lands like Xanado,
Built by Kubla Khan and his crew!
Has been coveted by many, and
Some found them too!
But it is your own dream that you must chase,
Then you will reach the desired land,
Dreams fulfilled have the a charm ,my friend!

(((((hugs for a good write, Branden!))))

Long time no see?
Have you been busy reincarnating your self? (I see your new age as three!!!)

xxx, Zoya
2006-01-22