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Oct. 22nd, 2012 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cblj_backupOne boss is out sick, the other spent the morning stuck on a broken down train (this does sound like the start of a blues song), two of my colleagues showed up hours late and a third is out sick. It's apparently "fall apart as a cohesive unit" day here in Research. I'm using this to my advantage to goof the hell off.
Also, I've been meaning to post this for a while, once I finally got it finished. I have a friend who recently departed for interesting adventures in a new country, and I did her up a poem to go along with.
For Eimear, Overseas
My ancestors were restless wanderers.
No family plot for them; their simple graves
Are scattered over continents and isles.
Some ashes in the wind. Some lie interr'd
On that Atlantic outpost where you grew,
And now you too have left. To yearn for home
Is natural, though you may love the place
Where you now find yourself. The language new,
Strange manners, stranger food. But not disliked,
despite it may feel traitorous to say.
Or sometimes hated, for its strangeness burns.
This long adventure spans a world too wide,
and home and family seems so far away.
But take it from the son of travellers,
The travel's worth the cost. When you feel far
From lands whose streets you've lost, where my kin's graves
Sleep warmly in a deep unwaking grace,
When winter slices keen down from the north
Remember, where you come from still awaits;
It keeps and saves when strangeness is your place.
It has released you now to come away,
To learn, to triumph, to become the one
Who, in homecoming, makes the land more rich
Than otherwise could be. Be well, be safe,
Love the adventure, love the place you are,
Be well, be safe, be wise. There's nothing more.
Also, I've been meaning to post this for a while, once I finally got it finished. I have a friend who recently departed for interesting adventures in a new country, and I did her up a poem to go along with.
For Eimear, Overseas
My ancestors were restless wanderers.
No family plot for them; their simple graves
Are scattered over continents and isles.
Some ashes in the wind. Some lie interr'd
On that Atlantic outpost where you grew,
And now you too have left. To yearn for home
Is natural, though you may love the place
Where you now find yourself. The language new,
Strange manners, stranger food. But not disliked,
despite it may feel traitorous to say.
Or sometimes hated, for its strangeness burns.
This long adventure spans a world too wide,
and home and family seems so far away.
But take it from the son of travellers,
The travel's worth the cost. When you feel far
From lands whose streets you've lost, where my kin's graves
Sleep warmly in a deep unwaking grace,
When winter slices keen down from the north
Remember, where you come from still awaits;
It keeps and saves when strangeness is your place.
It has released you now to come away,
To learn, to triumph, to become the one
Who, in homecoming, makes the land more rich
Than otherwise could be. Be well, be safe,
Love the adventure, love the place you are,
Be well, be safe, be wise. There's nothing more.
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Date: 2012-10-23 10:35 pm (UTC)