The Boy From Beside The Bay

A poem written awhile back...been dying to share, but didn't know where to submit it...I don't like publishing a lot of my own pieces here, but it's really the only place most of my stuff fits ...🙂

"You're not from here,"

someone said.

"Where are you from,

where's home instead?"

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"From beside the bay,"

I heard myself say,

in quite a

matter-of-factly way.

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"Really?"

they replied.

"You grew up

tracking time

by the tide?"

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I shook my head

and lowered my eyes.

I never felt

so sheepish inside.

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"I don't know why

I said what I said.

It's a lie, yet it's not,"

I softly confessed.

"I'll explain if I can,

just what I meant.

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"They say home is where

we find our heart,

and, mine,

she resides

in a far off port,

for months ago,

I gave her away

to a blue-eyed boy

from beside the bay.

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"And, now, it's all

because of him,

she's the happiest

she's ever been.

So, she's chosen to stay

and live out her days

with the handsome boy

from beside the bay.

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"So maybe now

you understand,

I may be here

but, my heart,

she's there,

and you know

what it is

they always say...

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"Home is where

our heart longs to be,

making mine not far

from the churning sea,

found in a quaint far

off place,

'longside the blue-eyed boy

from beside the bay.”

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