Day 30 SOL19
Today I heard the cuckoo
Calling from afar
Its silver notes herald
Memories of growing up
On a distant tiny island
with four distinct seasons.
The land that shaped lyrical poets –
Wordsworth, Keats and Blake,
A wealth of exquisite painters –
Turner, Hogarth and Reynolds,
An endless feast of renowned authors –
Dickens, Austen, Hardy and Lewis,
All so quintessentially English.
Not to mention SHAKESPEARE.
I miss ‘seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness’
And ‘the host of golden daffodils’.
I miss carpets of primroses
blooming in springtime woods
and redbreasted robins, larks and linnets
fluttering over fields of bluebells
and flurries of snowdrops.
When the cuckoo calls
I miss the land where I grew up.
A Note on this Piece
I grew up in England which is where I last heard a cuckoo, there don’t seem to be any in Australia. I’d almost forgotten about them till we came here to north east India.
A Time To Write 
This is such a beautiful way to reflect on something specific that reminds you of home, the sound of the cuckoo. This line: “Its silver notes herald Memories of growing up.” Gorgeous verse! Thank you for this!
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Thank you so much, I did enjoy writing it (I usually don’t with poetry!)
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LOVE this memory poem!! “I miss carpets of primroses blooming in springtime woods” This really creates a picture for me. So many great lines that connect with your past and memories.
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Thank you!
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The nature and the culture are valuable and it makes sense that you miss them. Beautiful poem. It carried your emotion well.
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Thank you, those are my best memories of where I grew up…
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