by E D Detetcheverrie
Thursday, May 22, 2003
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Used as fragments in my sci-fi series, Quasar 169, this piece was inspired by my first trip to Canada, home of my maternal grandparents.
O, land of my grandmother
where mountains peirce the sky
I must stop to reminisce of you,
and then I sigh...
Sweet, red raspberries in my cousinís patch
Sweet, clear rivers full of silvered catch
Cool, clean air as far as I can see
Natureís Northern lands of beauty calling me
Summer mornings misty when I rise
and the dew-drenched grass beneath my feet
Softened greens and greys to meet my eyes
Where people smile and wave wheíre they meet
The rain like molten silver on the glass
The rolling land is crowned by golden sun
What a fool Iíd be to pause or pass
this land that haunts my mind I cannot shun
O, land of my grandfather
where white clouds dot the sky
someday I will return to you,
and then Iíll sigh.
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|Reviewed by john zimmerman
|you have caught something of the grandeur of the place
i've been from sea-to-sea-to-sea,
its all grand!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|o, this is stunning in beauty and imagery
"...where mountains pierce the sky..."
GORGEOUS! i love canada, too
(((HUGS))) and love,
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Oh, this is so very beautiful and well written!|