Wild rugged mountains, wild flowers and trees,
Crisp misty mornings and autumns gold leaves,
The stillness of a lake, the power of a storm,
Hot summer days and fields flowing with corn.
The crocuses is springtime, the snow on the ground,
The joy of finding what’s lost is now found.
These images are of a life you have just past through,
Whenever I see and feel them, they’ll remind me of you.
Even when the gales did blow, you never did tire,
You were always the flame in the unforgettable fire.
They told me last night, they were burying you today,
I feel so helpless and so far away.
But as low as I am, I don’t feel alone,
Because tonight, in my heart, I am coming home…
This was written in 1985, 3 years after coming to my new home Australia from my old one in England. I’d come home after working a late shift to be told of my grandfather’s death. He’d led a fascinating life and had been a beautiful influence on my life. I was smashed..but I did what I did at that time…sat down in the middle of the night in quiet house and wrote, and in this instance listening to U2’s Unforgettable fire.
When I sent this to my folks, my Dad told me “It brings tears to my eyes, every time I read it”, (It was his Dad) and this for me opened a whole new journey to connect emotionally with him…
This was written with more than a passing inspiration from A sort of homecoming