Lucy Burrow

Rookie - 40 Points (1961 / Nigeria, West Africa)

Home Of My Heart - Poem by Lucy Burrow

Oh fair land of Arthur, of unsurpassed beauty,
Home of the farmer and fisherman's art
May ever I live twixt your shores and the Tamar
In the home of my children, the home of my heart

A constant of changing wave-lust ridden coastline
God-gifted to wreckers who reap where you've sown
Warm-wrapped in a blanket of feather-soft sea mist
Where surfers and mermaids played long in your foam

Your rocks and high moorland of granite and couch grass,
Birds call as they fly over circles of stone....
Standing tall, telling tales of Nine Maidens and Hurlers
Now wind-rushed and blustered, together, alone.

Fair land of the farmer and fisher and miner
As industries new waste the net, plough and mine
This place, once our Eden, has Eden provided
Past, present and future, stands timeless in time


Comments about Home Of My Heart by Lucy Burrow

  • Seamus O Brian (9/6/2016 12:35:00 PM)

    You have the gift of making us homesick for the beautiful places of your heart. (Report)Reply

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (11/30/2005 7:54:00 PM)

    A constant of changing wave-lust ridden coastline-beautiful expression to say the onslaught of the sea that modifies the coastline every moment. A tribute to the nature here once again. (Report)Reply

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  • Cj Heck (11/7/2005 6:33:00 AM)

    Hello Lucy,
    You've described a lovely place. Nice use of rhythm, images.
    Warmest regards,
    CJ
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  • Ernestine Northover (10/26/2005 10:21:00 AM)

    That's a really nice poem Lucy, I have holidayed in Cornwall and loved it so much, mostly North Cornwall. Sincerely Ernestine Northover (Report)Reply

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  • (10/25/2005 6:24:00 PM)

    You really know how to use rhythm. This read beautifully and reminded me, powerfully, of Keats with a few of the phrases. I must say though; i've always been an Arthur was Welsh kinda man myself. And you forgot to add how perversely individual the Cornish have always been! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 29, 2010


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