I love this land:
let me be clear
this is no jingoistic patriotism speaking in me
I have been exiled many a year
There is no green on earth like to this green
this English green, green of my motherland
it is not Alpine green, or Slovene green
or even Waimea high pasture green:
this green is mine
I head out here, some work of healing done
take to the rolling hills riding alone
I am embraced by birdsong, and the lapwings’ dive;
to the magpies’ chatter in the meadow
And perhaps you know a green
you do more dearly love, for it is home to you
and if you do, embrace it – for your portion of the earth is part of you
as my homeland is part of me
I fall to earth, on bended knee
and kiss this living, breathing greenery.
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Written for earthweal
Sherry hosts this week’s challenge, ‘Dreaming In Green.’ Here is her prompt:
Let’s turn off the daily news, and walk out into this green world, bursting with life. “Walk as if your feet are kissing the earth,” like Thich Nhat Hanh.
And keep on dreaming. Never stop dreaming in green!
I didn’t realise how much I missed Britain in general, and England in particular, until I returned home after 6 years. I remembered it as a dreary, cold and rainy place: how wrong I had been! I now appreciate so much more the changing seasons, and even the changeable weather, which brings so much natural beauty to the land.
On the subject of healing, Wounds I Healed is now almost ready for publication, and I will be announcing the publication date on Saturday. Please stay tuned, and thank you for your patience!