The Country That Gave Me Pride and Honor
Sunflowers and lilies fluttering
in the sweet scented breeze...
seagulls descending
from the clearest sky penetrating,
even further than thought,
into the tuneless waves
of the peaceful sea;
my coming to this shore
is to sense credibility,
to get a glimpse of creation
before age shows me
the final path,
to witness that all
I created won't fade into oblivion...
The Country that gave me pride and honor
was more generous than a mother,
alluring me with her charm,
proclaming me her chosen son;
I have wailed her obsence
and at the time of departing, neither
the promise of riches
nor the vision of prominence
could dissuade me of this sacrifice:
that no other ambition could take me further...
Sorrounded by beauty and infinity,
my first dream gave me the wings of expression...
to go where I dared not go without certainty;
amid storms I would not be lost,
on ascending tides I would not be tossed ashore,
because my courage prepared me for the worst:
while wisdom and knowledge nortured my ego,
my dilemma conflicted with predestination...
The Country that gave me pride and honor,
long stands for excellence and grandeur...
past glories at every corner,
ruins that still resound of voices,
of ordinary people in the busy markets;
hails bestowed upon the new conqueror
passing underneath the arch of triumph,
another Caesar declared through the streets of Rome!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
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