I read the following poem recently and something in it moved me to tears. It speaks of strength and bravery, yet also of the longing for home and the wish for a life of peace with those we love. Home, peace, love, family - it speaks to our deepest desires.
I think it's beautiful and wanted to share it with you. Please enjoy.
I think it's beautiful and wanted to share it with you. Please enjoy.
I am a Greek warrior
Bold and strong
I fight with my allies
But I want to go home.
I miss the high hills
I miss the high hills
The small city-states
The olive groves
and the statues galore.
I've been fighting for years
I've been fighting for years
But I'm just getting old.
The love of my life is sitting at home
Watching the baby I left all alone.
But the battles are over.
But the battles are over.
The wars are all done.
I'm a Greek warrior
And I'm on my way home.
5 comments:
The poem was written by my 12-year-old granddaughter. I think she did a beautiful job!
It's hauntingly beautiful. One can feel the speaker's intimate desire to truly be where one belongs. It's sad , yet speaks of hope and a happy restful ending. If only happy endings are the only endings there is.
You know, it may not reach the papers, but your big battleships, they dock in our shores,in our different ports, constantly. In fact, I even have pictures in my FB of that one time I happened to be around in the port wherein they docked. They come here for joint practices with our soldiers. There are no pictures of these available. It happens in a very well secured area.
It was a strange feeling, to see all these uniformed foreign soldiers, both men and women, walking our streets..sooo many...and when you look at them..some were sooo young..very young, I could tell. In the hotels, you would see them online, talking to loved ones at home.
It's a bit scary because their presence made my reality, a bit more real. I speak of the reality that peace is so fragile, and that no place is so secure, no country beyond the reach of terror and demented rogue rulers who shoot nuclear arsenals for evil fun, in the guise of scientific testing.
Ooops, this is a bit long. Didn't mean to hog your comment space. It was lovely poem and I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.
ps: Your blog has become my zone - my hangout. This is where I often open up for an hour or so of pure blissful music and some really good vibes while working. :)
Wonderful poem. Please tell your talented g'daughter I appreciated it so much, beloved Sister of the Stream.
I love you.
Hi Rose--
The poem made me think of the movie Gladiator and his epic journey into the emperor's war
and desire to get back to the groves and his beloved wife and son.
Thank-you for sharing it...
love, kelee
Rose and tell her she captured something beyond her (unless she had lived that in another time)experience very well....
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