Monday, August 19, 2013

We Who Were Born


Source: Ireland Indie Travel Guide
WE WHO WERE BORN
By Eiluned Lewis

We who were born
In country places
Far from cities
And shifting faces,

We have a birthright
No man can sell,
And a secret joy
No man can tell.

For we are kindred
To lordly things:

The wild duck’s flight
And the white owl’s wings,
The pike and the salmon,
The bull and the horse,
The curlew’s cry,
And the smell of gorse.

Pride of trees,
Swiftness of streams,
Magic of frost
Have shaped our dreams.

No baser vision
Their spirit fills
Who walk by right

On the naked hills.

Today I think of green and blue.  Not just any green, but that deep green frosting the hills and fields.  Not just any blue, but that shifting blue going from robin egg to thunder storm.  Those are not here where I live, but I know where to find them.

21 comments:

  1. Comforting thoughts of the green and blue that makes up most of nature. I have always been thankful to have been born in a rural community.

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    1. I always thought you had some country girl about you.

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  2. Born and raised in the country, sometimes I just have to get out of the city even if just for a day.

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    1. Same with me. Bright lights ceased to glow long ago.

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  3. Here in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, I have green and blue every day (well, in summer and sunshine), because it was preserved for people to enjoy. At great cost to those who lived here for generations, a sacrifice that is not honored or even acknowledged by the thousands who come here.

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    1. The Midwest has the colors I need. So glad you are close to such a national park; I hope you visit it often.

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  4. Beautiful.
    Thank you for sharing!
    ~Summer

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    1. A fairy would need to live in such a place.

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  5. Yeah glad I was born in such a place too, nice rhyme that came due

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    1. Always figured you to be from country roots.

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  6. Thank you for your kind support, Susan, I'm slowly learning to cope with husband and the buggy, I keep muttering Julian of Norwich's famous saying: All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well. :o)

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    1. Hold tight to those thoughts and God's support, Carole!

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  7. Greetings human Susan,

    And doth the enchantment of the countryside lives within us. We reach out and we are there. Lost in the land of green, of blue, of hope.

    Lovely, my human friend.

    Pawsitive wishes,

    Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar! :)

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    1. Many thanks, Penny! "Lost in the land of green, of blue, of hope..." So beautifully written and said.

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  8. How very, very beautiful. Both the vision and the verb. Thank you so much.

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    1. I know nothing about Eilued Lewis, but her words are exquisite.

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  9. I still have a little of the city mouse in me, but mostly I am a country mouse and love those starry night.

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    1. I just read your post about your trees. So Sorry!! Starry skies will be easier to see now, I fear.

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  10. This is awesome, and the blurb at the bottom is too!

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