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BRITAIN IN NORWAY
Outside the British Embassy,
the blue scilla's carpeted gardens,
the songs of blackbird, thrush, great tit and robin in chorus,
and from the sky, out of sight, the cries of seagulls;
yes this is Britain in Norway;
sound and sights that evoke the England I grew up in,
sentiments of home,
belonging to a family,
and the cosy comfort of life as a child,
innocent and open minded to the atmosphere
of places that sit deep in one's heart,
forever a frame,
a scratched mirror of memory that now and again,
in foreign parts creates an apparition of things near and close,
of value to our whole existence,
the kernel of the nut that bears the seed,
however many times its shell is cracked,
abused and hurt;
that central theme by which we judge our worth
in all we do and think,
the home,
that like the homing pigeon is a must to know, to feel,
to keep as sanctuary in all we do;
and against which we measure
all life's strange melange of happenings,
some happy, some sad;
that is what home is,
its not out there,
wherever you are,
you know you have it in your deepest part,
right here, right now,
oh this is earth,
this globe,
a home in which we do our stint,
before we then depart,
and taking with us all that has built up,
of knowledge,
interchange with others,
loves, marriages, divorces, real and fictional,
they die with you;
they are the you that makes you who you are,
the you that disappears,
is gone;
but those whose hearts were stirred,
however small, remember, recognise one's worth,
one's character, ones sorrows, joys,
as if they were their own,
when reading poetry and prose;
that grand big inherited tome of thoughts,
of deeds declared and puzzled,
sometimes understood,
this strange old thing called life on earth,
a human being,
me, yes you,
for each one tells in the count,
each one can spell his tale,
and doing so
enrich the lives of others.
Critiques
Geezer
16 years 1 month ago
What tales...
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
You honour your Queen Sir Gee
Geezer
16 years 1 month ago
'Tis my my honor...
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dearest Ann
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Oh wistful one
Worldwide Freeride
16 years 1 month ago
This is so very you...
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Oh what a lovely comment Dale
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Oh yes ten times over Ephriam
loved
16 years 1 month ago
greatest poem
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Thank you 'loved'
barbsdad2003
16 years 1 month ago
Oh, the ode ...