My Poem

Discussion in 'Media Hub' started by Gracey, Mar 6, 2009.

  1. Gracey

    Gracey Guest

    Hello,
    I want to share my poem with you people. Here's my poem:
    BUY my English posies
    Kent and Surrey may
    Violets of the Undercliff
    Wet with Channel spray;
    Cowslips from a Devon combe
    Midland furze afire
    Buy my English posies
    And I'll sell your heart's desire !

    Buy my English posies!
    You that scorn the May,
    Won't you greet a friend from home
    Half the world away ?
    Green against the draggled drift,
    Faint and frail but first
    Buy my Northern blood-root
    And I'll know where you were nursed !
    Robin down the logging-road whistles, " Come to me!
    Spring has found the maple-grove, the sap is running free.
    All the winds of Canada call the ploughing-rain.
    Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again !

    Buy my English posies !
    Here's to match your need
    Buy a tuft of royal heath,
    Buy a bunch of weed
    White as sand of Muisenberg
    Spun before the gale
    Buy my heath and lilies
    And I'll tell you whence you hail !
    Under hot Constantia broad the vineyards lie -
    Throned and thorned the aching berg props the speckless sky -
    Slow below the Wynberg firs trails the tilted wain -
    Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again !

    Buy my English posies !
    You that will not turn
    Buy my hot-wood clematis,
    Buy a frond o' fern
    Gathered where the Erskine leaps
    Down the road to Lorne -
    Buy my Christmas creeper
    And I'll say where you were born !
    West away from Melbourne dust holidays begin -
    They that mock at Paradise woo at Cora Lynn -
    Through the great South Otway gums sings the great South Main -
    Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again !

    Buy my English posies !
    Here's your choice unsold !
    Buy a blood-red myrtle-bloom,
    Buy the kowhai's gold
    Flung for gift on Taupo's face,
    Sign that spring is come
    Buy my clinging myrtle
    And I'll give you back your home !
    Broom behind the windy town, pollen of the pine -
    Bell-bird in the leafy deep where the ratas twine -
    Fern above the saddle-bow, flax upon the plain -
    Take the flower and turn the hour, and kiss your love again !

    Buy my English posies!
    Ye that have your own
    Buy them for a brother's sake
    Overseas, alone!
    Weed ye trample underfoot
    Floods his heart abrim
    Bird ye never heeded,
    Oh, she calls his dead to him !
    Far and far our homes are set round the Seven Seas;
    Woe for us if we forget we who hold by these!
    Unto each his mother-beach, bloom and bird and land -
    Masters of the Seven Seas, oh, love and understand !

    Please tell me you liked my poem or not.

    Thanks
     
  2. Webby Alisha

    Webby Alisha Guest

    Hi,
    I just love your poem. I'm also writing some poem whenever i'm free. so i would like to share my view with you.

    IF I were hanged on the highest hill,
    Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
    I know whose love would follow me still,
    Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

    If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
    Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine !
    I know whose tears would come down to me,
    Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine !

    If I were damned of body and soul,
    I know whose prayers would make me whole,
    Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

    Thanks