Still in My Heart

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Still in My Heart

Home Sweet Home afar from me,
At least 20 hours over sky and sea,

A fairy tale land of red and white,
of rain, and wind, and winter nights.

Yet still you send my heart a flutter,
And here, I can but get your butter.

Cos’ when I’m sad and feeling down,
You can lift my spirits like a children’s clown.

What is this strange longing and connection,
I feel for such warm and fuzzy introspection?

Of land and family long dead and passed,
Would they think me to be completely daft?

Yet I am of them, and they are of me,
This continual spreading of the family tree.

The branches are the ancient Birch
Resilient, pervasive til one drops off the Perch.

If only I could stay or visit more often,
But my responsibilities and circumstances rarely soften.

So I must dream, wish and be ever so frugal,
And if I can’t afford to travel there, there is always Google!

Something to Ponder About

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About Forestwoodfolk

Scandinavian culture, literature and traditions are close to my heart, even though I am Australian. I have Scandinavian, Frisian and Prussian/Silesian ancestry and for that reason, I feel a connection with that part of the world. I am an avid Nordic Crime fiction reader, and enjoy photography, writing and a variety of cooking and crafts, and traditional decorative art forms. Politically aware and egalitarian by nature, I have a strong environmental bent.
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4 Responses to Still in My Heart

  1. Sonel says:

    What a beautiful place Amanda and love the fountain. I agree with you on Google. Virtual travel are fun indeed. 😀
    Great poem and post! *hugs*

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  2. Love this Amanda. I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland – land of many of my ancestors. So far, it’s been Google and WordPress, as you say! Ah, but maybe someday! 🙂

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