The people say that visiting is nice,
And with anticipation plan a trip,
To animate, rekindle friendship ties.
Or just renew an old relationship.



For decades may have passed since some saw last
A brother whose blond hair turned silver gray,
With all the many years that quickly passed,
For time runs with swift feet and spurns delay.

T?is great to see again the native land,
The hallowed homestead of the ancestry,
While walking with a brother hand in hand,
Refreshing and rekindling memory.

To see again the glaciers and the brooks,
And sites with their enchanting scenery,
The secret hideout and the mossy nooks,
The little caves, the ancient poplar tree.

The alpine lakes were they together sailed,
In little skiffs, of happy souvenir,
The peaks that they together boldly scaled,
When time was right in summer every year



The hallowed grave plot where the parents rest,
The well forged crucifix with vine that vies
With thriving dahlias - the loveliest,
And rows and rows of silver Edelweiss.



Rejoice! - to see your native land again,
Were you were reared and cradled with great love,
Where love outshone by far all hurts pain
And blessings streamed like torrents from above.

Oh joy! the Wiedersehn?s sweet first embrace,
At the arrival, but the time slips by,
And all too quickly pass the joyous days,
Time runs, - its time again to say good-bye

Great joy is dampened and most cruelly marred
Each time the hometown belfrey sounds it chime,
Reminding of the hour of depart,
Of air planes waiting, tarmacs, - fleeting time.



Fear visiting! Fear visiting! fear! fear!
Oh anguish! its so bitter to take leave
And kiss a last time him you do hold so dear.
that you perhaps may see no more, Oh grief!.

Return to yawning void and emptiness,
While last impressions still so deeply burn,
And fresh cut memories most riotous,
Assert their space - be brave when you return!



I got a "welcome back" from only two,
Flick Fanny and the Fairy Queen ConSue

The Edelweiss is the flower of Royalty and of Love

? Elizabeth Dandy

The Visit Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy on Tuesday, 14th June 2005 @ 05:27:43 AM in AEST Topic: EmotionalPoetry This visit was already made A year ago, to be precise, But Oh! remembrance does not fade And this is where my trouble lies. I made this trip a year ago Which is now memory As you dear friends can read below All is now history. I never really thought that I Would find the strength to go, But fear my brother dear could die I had to go, - you know. Lo!- I postponed my trip for years, From fear of the good-bye, But then I overcame my fears, of farewells drawing nigh. Arriving is a wondrous thing, But after that good-bye So deep the hurt, so sharp the sting, The thought just made me cry. But oh I made the trip of love went,- with God?s help I went, The Lord sent me of strength enough, Made me resilient. Now emptiness I tolerate, Recalling the farewell, Its in the cards, its human fate, To hurt at times like hell. But sister and her brother met, And said good-bye some morn, But Father?s love with kindness shed Grace, so it could be born. (the photograph here is a lie, My brother's hair is silver-gray) The people say that visiting is nice, And with anticipation plan a trip, To animate, rekindle friendship ties. Or just renew an old relationship. For decades may have passed since some saw last A brother whose blond hair turned silver gray, With all the many years that quickly passed, For time runs with swift feet and spurns delay. T?is great to see again the native land, The hallowed homestead of the ancestry, While walking with a brother hand in hand, Refreshing and rekindling memory. To see again the glaciers and the brooks, And sites with their enchanting scenery, The secret hideout and the mossy nooks, The little caves, the ancient poplar tree. The alpine lakes were they together sailed, In little skiffs, of happy souvenir, The peaks that they together boldly scaled, When time was right in summer every year The hallowed grave plot where the parents rest, The well forged crucifix with vine that vies With thriving dahlias - the loveliest, And rows and rows of silver Edelweiss. Rejoice! - to see your native land again, Were you were reared and cradled with great love, Where love outshone by far all hurts pain And blessings streamed like torrents from above. Oh joy! the Wiedersehn?s sweet first embrace, At the arrival, but the time slips by, And all too quickly pass the joyous days, Time runs, - its time again to say good-bye Great joy is dampened and most cruelly marred Each time the hometown belfrey sounds it chime, Reminding of the hour of depart, Of air planes waiting, tarmacs, - fleeting time. Fear visiting! Fear visiting! fear! fear! Oh anguish! its so bitter to take leave And kiss a last time him you do hold so dear. that you perhaps may see no more, Oh grief!. Return to yawning void and emptiness, While last impressions still so deeply burn, And fresh cut memories most riotous, Assert their space - be brave when you return! I got a "welcome back" from only two, Flick Fanny and the Fairy Queen ConSue The Edelweiss is the flower of Royalty and of Love ? Elizabeth Dandy Copyright © Elizabeth_Dandy ... [ 2005-06-14 05:27:43] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem