far from home

Sculling on waves, the open sea,
currach and occupant one,
rise and fall from crest to swale,
He found himself far from home -
He found himself far from home

Gazing at heights, mortar and brick,
midday shadows on streets of stone,
thousands on thousands that hurry by,
He found himself far from home -
He found himself far from home

Settling on sheets of cotton brushed,
a spool pattern quilt is thrown,
simple days longed and hoping the best,
He found himself far from home -
He found himself far from home

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"may your home and life be blessed with all favors that make you happiest." ~Irish Proverb

I have had a house guest for a day or two, he has something of a modern vagabond lifestyle.
This poem and the proverb is for my good friend "Harry".

listen, do you want to know

shhhh! listen, do you want to know
what your heart has to say?
quieten yourself,listen, be
attentive for a few moments stop
verbalizing everything that pops into
your head, shhhh! your heart
wants to whisper a secret for
your ear, for you alone it's only
time, shed some time and see
what your heart says even if
you are upset at first eventually
you will feel better, whole, fructuous
just by simply listening to your heart
when you listen, conscientiously
for the secret of your heart