Punchestown races a glorious extravaganza,
You had a flutter on Fuchsia Belle,
Tall white haired man, softest baby blue eyes,
Everything new and wondrous to you,
Without any fuss you showered your warmth,
Outside the rain lashed down relentlessly,
All together we were like long lost pals,
As you wove your pure spell,
Watching as horses fell, virgin territory
For the farmer with plenty of charm,
Never doing anybody any harm,
A life dedicated to your beloved farm.
Years have passed many changes taking place,
Lover of nature, plenty of patience as you work at your own pace,
Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone,
You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home.
Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone, You hold my hand, i feel i am coming home. beautiful write with matchless imagery, thanks for sharing dear Hazel
years have passed many changes taking place Since I left Ireland many moons ago the changess I see every time I return. I love reading your work some reminds me of home. Well done. Annette.
A wonderful poem dwelling upon the human relationships, effusing warmth.
You hold my hand I feel I am comming home. Lovely lines.Thanks for sharing.
yes brilliant, gentleness oozes like water, beautiful and unself conscious. Lovely
Thank you for sharing this piece of your life in your home country- - the feeling of homecoming when the man is just the right fit with both woman and child and life becomes a joy! Well done! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, Hazel. I especially like the last two lines: Gentleness oozes from your eyes like water over a smooth stone, You hold my hand, I feel I am coming home. Thank you for sharing with us.