Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Gunnersbury, London
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Gunnersbury, London

Duna

Rating: 1.8
WHEN I was a little lad
With folly on my lips,
Fain was I for journeying
All the seas in ships.
But now across the southern swell,
Every dawn I hear
The little streams of Duna
Running clear.

When I was a young man,
Before my beard was gray,
All to ships and sailormen
I gave my heart away.
But I'm weary of the sea-wind,
I'm weary of the foam,
And the little stars of Duna
Call me home.
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COMMENTS
Shaun Cronick 03 June 2020
Simply put, a most enjoyable time and journey poem with a wonderful message and closing heart-felt line. The delicious icing on the poetry cake so to speak. And I believe Duna is whatever or wherever you want it to be. A magical poem for everyone to enjoy and share by a magical poetess.
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