Trade Winds

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Poem Commentary

Like many others who have ventured to distant shores, there are instances when my heart longs for the old and familiar places of my childhood. Like salmon swimming back upstream to their birthplace, it is an intrinsic part of life for the wanderer to need that escape at times. In this work, I have tried to capture that fleeting aspiration in words.

Trade Winds

Sweep me up into the sky

In a cotton storm cloud let me fly

Back to where my life began

Back to an enchanted land

By purple mountains silver stream

Lay me down where I can dream

Let the yellow light shine up

A Celtic sun, a buttercup

On meadow sweet with blanket green

On such familiar thoughts I lean

Sweep me up I thee implore

And I will never wander more

In cotton storm clouds let me fly

Bold trade winds please don't blow on by

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kkirkwood commented on Trade Winds

11-14-2010

Your poem is filled with very calming images. I truly enjoyed

ApaqRasgirl commented on Trade Winds

11-03-2010

wow, that was truly superb. it is so sweet to come upon a new poet that writes with that magic touch....and you dear are holding that golden pen blessed by the poets of old........your words are fantastic in your rhythm, rhyme, emotions and amazing with your metaphors.........truly magic......keep them coming I humble await more of this wonderful pieces......love asha

kdarcy commented on Trade Winds

10-20-2010

A definiate keeper, well done ... summed up many feelings I've had, again, well done, be well k

soulwriter commented on Trade Winds

10-20-2010

So airy and a bit surreal - I love the enchanting feeling of your paradise of words.

soulwriter commented on Trade Winds

10-17-2010

Reads like a soft lullaby - smooth and warming to the soul.

GypsySoul73

10/17/2010

Thank you soulwriter for stopping by. I adore the comment you left for me. I enjoy your work. Peace, love, and light on your path always. Gypsy Soul.

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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