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Array ( [sid] => 159955 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => landscape of my heart. [time] => 2010-05-19 03:55:02 [hometext] => when i was a boy i left london and stayed with the school in an isolated farm house in the wild welsh mountains and this gave me my love for the wild. then a while ago a friend told me of his near death experience and his vision of heaven.This is mine. [bodytext] => I can see the sheep grazing still
High upon the purple hill,
Hear the mountain stream has she gurgles out her song,
The old house crying out welcome back, you've been gone too long,
Out here amongst the wild things, at peace without a care,
Have you been to heaven son? Yes sir, I've been there.

I can see the grey slated roof and the pealing paint on the door
As I step inside and walk along the cold flagstone floor,
I hear the hiss of the fire, see the leaping of the flames,
Hear voices without accents and faces with no names.
In this room are memories frozen deep in time,
Have you been to heaven son? Yes sir, and it's rather fine.

I can hear the fatal echo of the advancing of the years,
The slow unchallenged drag of time, the unleashing of my fears.
But out here amongst the wild things and lost in my dreams
Nothing much is real now nothing quite what it seems.
For I'm flying with the red kite high above the trees
Swooping low over mountain tops my uncertainties tossed to the breeze.

These then are the memories from which, pray God, I'll never part.
Have you been to heaven son? Yes sir, the landscape of my heart. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 110 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => Corrected spelling as requested ~ Moderator_18 May 19, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
landscape of my heart.

Contributed by cashfan1 on Wednesday, 19th May 2010 @ 03:55:02 AM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry



I can see the sheep grazing still
High upon the purple hill,
Hear the mountain stream has she gurgles out her song,
The old house crying out welcome back, you've been gone too long,
Out here amongst the wild things, at peace without a care,
Have you been to heaven son? Yes sir, I've been there.

I can see the grey slated roof and the pealing paint on the door
As I step inside and walk along the cold flagstone floor,
I hear the hiss of the fire, see the leaping of the flames,
Hear voices without accents and faces with no names.
In this room are memories frozen deep in time,
Have you been to heaven son? Yes sir, and it's rather fine.

I can hear the fatal echo of the advancing of the years,
The slow unchallenged drag of time, the unleashing of my fears.
But out here amongst the wild things and lost in my dreams
Nothing much is real now nothing quite what it seems.
For I'm flying with the red kite high above the trees
Swooping low over mountain tops my uncertainties tossed to the breeze.

These then are the memories from which, pray God, I'll never part.
Have you been to heaven son? Yes sir, the landscape of my heart.




Copyright © cashfan1 ... [ 2010-05-19 03:55:02]
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Re: landscape of my heart. (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Wednesday, 19th May 2010 @ 07:39:45 AM AEST
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I think you have a fan cuz I'm just loving the way you scribe and the shared freedom and healing you feel when walking with nature,the last two lines cause a sigh in appreciation of a lovely journey and a great conclusion to the repeated question.


Re: landscape of my heart. (User Rating: 1 )
by Nevilleconnie on Wednesday, 19th May 2010 @ 08:00:34 AM AEST
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this poem is so beautifully written, so beautifully expressed. This poem literally entranced me. Everything about this poem flowed so smoothly. I can go on and on about this poem, but I think I'll stop at brilliant!!




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