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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
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The Return When my flesh touches the ancient soil My blood awakes. Screams “I am home!” For years I’ve 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 I’m 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 I’ve 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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