Prompt of the Week: The Sea
September 15th 2010 12:50
The Sea
When I sit by the lake
and I can't see the other side
it reminds me of home
on the sea's rocky shore.
I remember the wind in my face
the green land stretched out behind me
the sea stretching out in front
the only people me and my family
alone with the countryside of our ancestors.
When I sit by the lake
the wind blows in my face
polluted and murky Toronto air
and I dream that it is
the cool, clean wind of my homeland.
The blue horizon
blue water stretching into blue sky
calls me home;
and I tell the horizon
I can't be there yet,
but I'll come home soon.
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There is a spot by the lake where you cannot see the city. Every few days I pay this spot a visit. There's a stone bench on which I meditate. I ache for Scotland, the green cliffs and the blue sea that fades into blue sky. From the moment I left I've ached to go back. Never have I felt so at home as I did walking along the rocky shore from town to castle.
The home of my ancestors calls to me; it would become my home as well. The wind of my birth land tells me that I am to be part of something greater, something older, and that I must go to the home of my clan.
Someday I will make it. Someday I will not look out over a lake, but a sea, and even on the clearest day, I will not see the other side.
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