Land of the Fathers

By Arlene Nassey

Circumstances brought them to England. A small farming community brought them peace. A deep sense of longing and purpose gave them reason to stay. Home can be anywhere you find love, so they say. Roots dig deep when you belong.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arlene Nassey
• Release date: Feb 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310524011

Arlene Nassey

Arlene Nassey lives in British Columbia, Canada, born and raised.She has been drawn to writing throughout her years of education. Somehow, the dream of writing eluded her until recent times. Her interests are in history, spiritual, paranormal, mysteries and lighthearted family adventures.You could see a bit of it all in the future. She enjoys getting lost in the world of writing whenever possible.

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Land of the Fathers

By

Arlene

Nassey

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Copyright 2015 Arlene Nassey

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The Recall

I am the land of their fathers,

In me the virtue stays

I will bring back my children

after certain days.

Under their feet in the grasses

my clinging magic runs.

They shall return as strangers,

They shall remain as sons.

Over their heads in the branches

of their new bought ancient trees,

I weave an incantation,

and draw them to my knees.

Scent of smoke in the evening,

smell of rain in the night.

The hours, the days and the seasons,

order their souls aright.

I make plain the meaning

of all my thousand years.

I fill their hearts with knowledge,

while I fill their eyes with tears.

Kipling

Fate Reorganized

He lay close to death in a darkened room, outstretched with crossed ankles, mouth parched,exhausted without sufficient energy to crumple the daily newspaper within his grasp. Doctors decided it was caused from overwork and suggested he might recover in a year or two away from the work that brought him to this sad state of existence. It came to a head without warning and he was helpless to do anything but accept the fate as laid out by the opinions of professional experts. He would take a couple of years off and do