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The Eclectic Pen - The Return

By: Matt K. (Moforious)   + 11 more  
Date Submitted: 10/15/2007
Last Updated: 10/16/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 195

  The Return

When my flesh touches the ancient soil
My blood awakes. Screams ďI am home!Ē
For years Iíve dwelt outside its borders
Now returned to place of Slavic order

Memory of homeland over years it fades
Sense of wonder and history The Polish plains
In touch with pride Pride of the Poles
Always pressured but we never fold

lurking in the town of my birth
ancient battle ramparts still stand full of worth
trailing fingers across centuries old stone
connecting with the past Iím not alone

through birch woods I walk hearing the call
of legends long past and battles long fought
I breathe the air that inspired those before me
Beauty of my country the beauty of my home

forefathers dwelled on this land
carving out lives where others cant
from the Hussars to the kings
they all lived strong

In visits before Iíve not felt this way
Things are different something has changed
Now my heart is mature my mind eager to know more
A longing for the past the days of yore

Now truly awake! I am revitalized!
My heritage lies before me
Eagerly I drink in the feel
Of my homeland, the wind, the earth
long ago captured by steel

rejuvination of my soul
its power seeps forth
ancient cradle of all slavs
this land still gives birth

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Angela D. (jaylou) - 10/15/2007 9:26 PM ET
WOW! This is great writing. I felt the emotion as I read it. I could feel the sense of lost ones and wanting. Not many writings can give you this feeling. Great choice of words, and well put together.
Silvercat - - 10/15/2007 9:31 PM ET
I second Angela...WOW! Such a nicely crafted piece in memory of those proud people who went before you in the country of your origin.
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