This is a short poem I wrote back in 2013 when I was working on The Sovereign. It’s a poem repeated by one of the characters, meant to show his nostalgia for times long gone. But of course, as all writers, that was just me incorporating my own nostalgia into the character. I’m working on the notes and mythology for the next trilogy now, and so I revisited this poem and felt like it was missing something, so I added a few lines. I like the changes. It was a fun poem to write, even if it is melancholy, because I got to use a lot of old Scottish vernacular, which I find to be incredibly evocative. The words are all to do with the outdoors, and to me, they capture the simple beauty of nature, which was a huge part of my childhood in the woods of Ohio. My heart aches to return there someday.
The Green Fields of My Fathers
No more the green fields of my fathers,
No more the furrow or the glebe,
I set them all behind me,
And look out towards the sea.
For my dear old home is empty,
and my hearth fires frozen over,
The meadows are a’wilting
and the lark, he calls no longer.
Bring back, bring back, the wheat ripe wind
and the laughter of the mill stream,
the lusty gloom of shadowed woods,
and gloaming in the glen.
Homeward bound my heart is flying,
Beloved meads and brae,
Yet the flowers all are dying,
And I cannot find my way,
And my heart goes on a flying,
N’er to come again this way.
Pearson Sharp 
I will find the poem i wrote and send it to you
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