<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Return to Eilean Mhor for friend mark</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Return to Eilean Mhor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My island homeland calls to me from far away across the sea.<br>She whispers to me quietly but none the less insistently<br>I left my home reluctantly; there was no future there for me<br>except a life of poverty. I braved the terrors of the sea<br>I was still young and fancy free, had no responsibility<br>The last one of my family no relatives to advise me<br>No man controls his destiny; it seems that fate had plans for me.<br>Which would not necessarily allow me time to simply be.<br>I chose employment carefully, rose through the ranks successfully<br> and joined the board at forty three.Made president eventually<br>The time has come it seems to me to retire gracefully<br>Return to where I long to be. There’s nothing now to prevent me.<br>My home island still calls to me as she has done consistently.<br>Since I left her reluctantly I will return permanently.<br>To wake up every day and see the seagulls soar above the sea <br>and like the gulls I will be free to live my days out peacefully.<br>No pressures there to distress me I will have time to simply be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">14-Mar-09<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414502" data-title="Return to Eilean Mhor for friend mark de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="Return to Eilean Mhor My island homeland calls to me from far away across the sea. She whispers to me quietly but none the less insistently I left my home reluctantly; there was no future there for me except a life of poverty. I braved the terror..."></div> </div> </div>

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