Inspired by the song ‘Carrickfergus’, sung here by Van Morrison, a more sentimental, ballad-style poem about the longing for home.
I hear the gulls cry in my dreaming,
As they soar on their ghost white wings,
And I hear the wind in the gorse bush,
On the heath where the sweet lark sings.
I smell the salt of the ocean,
The roses that grew by the door,
And they haunt me the tears and the laughter,
Of a place I will never see more.
If I had a boat I would sail there,
Though the waves rose towering high,
If I was a gull I would fly there,
Though storms split the thundering sky.
But all that I have are my memories,
A patchwork of dark and the light,
They will sing in my blood while the day lasts,
Till my eyes close in death’s endless night.
Painting by Gerasim Semyonovich Golovkov.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
That took me straight back to when I was a little boy, standing alone on the beach at Grange over Sands on Morecombe Bay. Thank you Jane.
Glad you liked it, Laurie. We probably all have a place that produces the same emotion.
I did and we probably all do and that place evokes such a feeling of sadness, longing and mystery.
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