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A Ballade Of Home

Rating: 3.2

LET others prate of Greece and Rome,
And towns where they may never be,
The muse should wander nearer home.
My country is enough for me;
Her wooded hills that watch the sea,
Her inland miles of springing corn,
At Macedon or Barrakee—
I love the land where I was born.
On Juliet smile the autumn stars
And windswept plains by Winchelsea,

In summer on their sandy bars
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Mizzy ........ 11 October 2016

Brilliant piece from the heart!

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Seamus O Brian 11 October 2016

A fair and lovely ballade, and a wonderful tribute to the truest riches of life, the fairest jewel of any land- liberty.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 11 October 2016

Affinity with motherland and the place of birth is depicted through this superb poem that is rich in rhyme and rhythm too. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 October 2016

The muse should wander! ! Nice piece of work.

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