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The Country of the Poor

I long to be again in the country of the poor
Where sparsly furnished houses have an ever-open door;
Where mother and my sister and my grandad now abide;
Where all the rough but cheerful folk are united on one side.

All those days are gone now and we're richer so they say,
Yet I feel that we are poorer in the most important way.
Like great times when the neighbours all just came outside to meet
For a spontaneous street party in a local street.

Smart cars and televisions cannot ever once replace
The easy joy and laughter that was seen on every face.
Uninsulated houses let heat escape into the air
But cold could never freeze the real friendship that was there.

O where did that far country go I knew so long ago?
Small islands of grim poverty now remind all those that know
Of the headlands and those barren hills that stood with quiet pride -
Now beneath materialistic seas and a decadent tide.

I've had enough of surplus wealth bringing only pain,
And the desperate corporate greed for every dubious gain.
I long to be again in the country of the poor
And when, quite soon, I get there, I won't leave it anymore.

Author's Notes:
Inspired by 'The Poorest Company' by Drever, McCusker, Woomble from 'Before The Ruin'

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Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on September 30, 2009 07:19:50 AM Report
WE have become a world of consumers...We buy a new toy and get a temporary thrill from owning it....I believe that if you can't be happy without riches, you won't with them..IT's mostly the idle rich who commit suicide...len
Comment By: FreeJennifer on September 28, 2009 06:17:25 PM Report
This is a very special poem to me.  I am glad to have read it, and I would like this to be in my favorites.
JEnny

Comment By: FreeFilthy on September 28, 2009 02:00:55 PM Report
I've just shown this to my 16 yr old son. We have been trying to get him (and his sister) to understand that LIFE was better when we had less. Both the wife and I do not have the words to get him to understand. This sort of did the trick.

Great stuff here David.

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on September 26, 2009 01:22:50 PM Report
Well said...material goods have little value compared with joy, laughter, and good old hospitality.

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on September 25, 2009 10:51:33 AM Report

I LOVED this Ddavid. It was so full of truth and references back to a kindlier time..but....are YOU not the one who argues with me that times are much improved now?


Anyway it reminded me of one of my fav poems bt good old Rabbie Burns. It always makes me want to cry and reminds me of the death of my father who recited it once or twice as he approached the end of his illness.

Alison


Land o' the Leal   by Rabbie Burns



I'm wearin' awa', John

Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,

I'm wearin' awa'

To the land o' the leal.

There 's nae sorrow there, John,

There 's neither cauld nor care, John,

The day is aye fair

In the land o' the leal.

Our bonnie bairn 's there, John,

She was baith gude and fair, John;

And O! we grudged her sair

To the land o' the leal.

But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,

And joy 's a-coming fast, John,

The joy that 's aye to last

In the land o' the leal.

Sae dear 's the joy was bought, John,

Sae free the battle fought, John,

That sinfu' man e'er brought

To the land o' the leal.

O, dry your glistening e'e, John!

My saul langs to be free, John,

And angels beckon me

To the land o' the leal.

O, haud ye leal and true, John!

Your day it 's wearin' through, John,

And I'll welcome you

To the land o' the leal.

Now fare-ye-weel, my ain John,

This warld's cares are vain, John,

We'll meet, and we'll be fain,

In the land o' the leal.




Meaning of unusual words:

leal=loyal, faithful

bairn=child

e'e=eye

fain=loving, affectionate


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 25, 2009 08:26:08 AM Report
David,
 Amazing how you just pull the reader into your world....
always a blessing to read you first thing in the morning..
other time ..another place...

Comment By: FreeM J W Hayes on September 24, 2009 10:09:40 PM Report
A global cooling ironically after a warmer time.

Michael

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on September 24, 2009 09:32:49 PM Report

Having less invokes so many words like gratitude, appreciation and thankfulness.  Words that seem not to resonate today.  I love this poem.  It absolutely makes this reader look back and remember hard, but lively times.


Comment By: FreeTanya Harrison on September 24, 2009 08:28:46 PM Report
I love this poem.  It seems like the happiest times of my life was when I had hardly any monetary items.  It can actually free the spirit to get rid of things.  I like nice things, but people and experiences mean more to me.  I love having money in savings as a security net.




 


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