Walking Through The Fields Poem by Hazel Durham

Walking Through The Fields

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I watch the shadows of passing people through the nursing home window,
I long for choice,
Freedom is like the luxury of driving a Rolls-Royce,
I long for the fields around Carrick and the sweet sound of my sister's voice,

Laughing and chatting with her natural exuberance,
Like her words were preparing to dance,
In the easterly breeze,
With her sassiness as the day was seized,

I used to love picking the blackberries,
Underneath azure skies and feeling merry,
We would roam through the fields with a natural contentment,
That I would long for again and again in later years,

My marriage was controlled by fear,
A man of many moods,
Like the changing Irish skies dramatically etched
Into my mindset, living with him was a quest

To find peace like an impossible test,
My loving daughter Ivy and my son in law Dickie gave me a home
They are the best,
Tranquil years of living and loving,

My rheumatoid arthritis never stopped my day's beat,
No defeat
For my spirit rising to skies astray,
With the warmth of sunshine rays,

I walked in a slow, painful way,
I always had scope to make friends each day,
Years flew by with such ease,
Now I'm bed ridden and life is just a tease,

Looking out the window at fleeting shadows,
Watching people pass by and hating this foe,
I long for the fields around Carrick
And my favourite sister's towering personality,

She was like a tornado of energy in the tranquil county Offaly fields,
Our happy appeal,
As my eyes close I'm with her hand in hand

Walking through the fields of Carrick,
Basking in the morning sunshine
Of a childhood memory so fine.

Thursday, July 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is about my beloved grandmother, she lived with us for many years and she was the kindest and most loving woman, she always talked about her beloved family home Carrick and her sisters and brothers and walking through the fields with her siblings.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 09 July 2015

A wonderful poem, Hazel. Though I am not terribly old, I too long for the simplicity and joy of my youth. Thanks for sharing Peace

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Akhtar Jawad 09 July 2015

Walking through the fields of Carrick, Basking in the morning sunshine Of a childhood memory so fine. Recollecting the memories of Grand Parents is always sweet and if the re collector is a poet it ends in such beautiful poems.............10

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Jak Black 12 July 2015

Well done Hazel. You've breathed new life into your granmother's being. I felt that I knew the lady myself as I was reading this piece. It sometimes saddens me to hear an elderly person reminiscing about the good old days. Remembering the exuberances of youth. She undoubtedly had a hard life but she shared a mutual love with the members of her family, and that is priceless.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 15 July 2015

Very nicely envisioned and presented. Best phraseology. I read the poem and enjoyed. The lines most I like are.....To find peace like an impossible test, My loving daughter Ivy and my son in law Dickie gave me a home They are the best, Tranquil years of living and loving, Thanks. .......10

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The morning of memorable memories has broken in this beautiful poem

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Hemendra Singh Deopa 21 August 2015

Wow! honest and a heart warming poem full of warmth and love, for a memory of childhood so fine and also shows a glimpse of your life.

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Rajesh Thankappan 01 August 2015

Laughing and chatting with her natural exuberance, Like her words were preparing to dance, A nostalgic poem opening windows into the past.

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Valsa George 21 July 2015

In every aging and ailing person, there is a craving for the joys and adventures of exuberant youth! I can very well relate to your grandmother imprisoned inside the hospital room with youthful cravings and a debilitated body! Greatly enjoyed this poem arousing nostalgic longings! A 10

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Ramesh Rai 20 July 2015

Certainly grand mama was a beautiful lady with a brave heart to pull up the cart of life with her loving kids. May God give her more love peace and strength to rejoice rest of her life. An awesome write with sincere emotion. Thanks for sharing. Regards once again.

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