we travel light this tainted trail
witnessed by the stunted pines.
the gravel gold field under mined
where tracks disappear at crossroads.
you dig your wheels in at this point
and although i have no stomach for it
the farther reaches are calling- calling
the farther reaches are calling
where beige meets gray and earth meets blue.
you may spin your wildest yarn, you skies
but i will not venture far from this ten-feet-wide,
though wind and sun dare bake the ground
and merciless clouds carry threat of rain.
still, muddy earth beneath yields to tread
as the farthest limb-spikes come in view
and i am searching the horizons ahead
where beige meets gray and earth meets blue.
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Thelostkerryman is an author, entrepreneur, and disciple- this side of Tir Na N'Og- living in the forests of a consistently confused country.
Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley, store-made soda bread resembles an inedible Irish megalith, and Kerrygold is only found hidden like a luck penny in the belly of Kroger.
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I love the picture you painted with your words in this post. You have a wonderful way of describing the journey.
Hey there, what’s up? I decided to click through the commenters on a post on someone’s blog that I just commented on. I’m taking an Irish drama class this semester and we’ve encountered Tir-nan-Og a lot, so there’s that. Have a great day and don’t forget to visit another magical place: http://www.thatssojacob.wordpress.com. Hope you enjoy and maybe leave a comment…thanks!
I enjoyed this poem very much! I feel the yearning or calling, as you put it, for travel along the back roads of life. It would be nice to retire and be able to do so. Thanks for this great creative piece! Smiles, Robin