The Land o’ Nod

What is the way?

Whaur be the land o’ oor deliverance?

Whaur can I find me rest?

Whaur be the gentle waters?

Whaur be the soothing rays awe Sun?

Though I be a humble man

Not worthy o’ the prize

Yet dare to ask

This simple man o’ th’ sea

I seek no further than

Tae find th’ morrow

Tae gaze upon the

Colors o’ the nightfall

An’ the cool rising o’ th’ morn

I wonder through me watch

Will there be a day

With nae questions in me heart?

A hearth to keep the home fires burning

Crackling embers tae warm the night

The soft breathing of me true love by me side

Stars tae dream upon

Moon tae guide me footsteps

Wind and rain to moisten a thirsty land

Whaur be this place?

Fer this simple man o’ th’ sea

whaur I will find me rest

Whaur I will seek no mair

Beyond the stones o’ me garden.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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