Lost Family Home
© Surazeus
2018 10 09
Through wild mountains of Oltenia I roam,
searching in vain for the lost family home
where my ancestors lived one thousand years
before they journeyed to America.
I pause by narrow river in the woods
and listen to the sparkle of sunlight
flashing on its clear water as it flows
so I almost hear their songs among trees.
Lost in the vast maze of America,
where we can never feel we are at home,
I longed to return to the mountain vales
where they lived in the wild Romanian woods.
After working thirty years selling homes,
I sold the house after our sad divorce,
and flew across the sea to Bucharest
then drove into the hills of Transylvania.
Arriving at the village of Brezoi,
where my great-grandmother Crina was born,
I walk by the river where lilies bloom
and imagine I feel her soul with me.
Gliding wood boat down the Aluta River,
I follow the Danube to the Black Sea
where only the ancient wind sings to me
as I still search for the lost family home.
© Surazeus
2018 10 09
Through wild mountains of Oltenia I roam,
searching in vain for the lost family home
where my ancestors lived one thousand years
before they journeyed to America.
I pause by narrow river in the woods
and listen to the sparkle of sunlight
flashing on its clear water as it flows
so I almost hear their songs among trees.
Lost in the vast maze of America,
where we can never feel we are at home,
I longed to return to the mountain vales
where they lived in the wild Romanian woods.
After working thirty years selling homes,
I sold the house after our sad divorce,
and flew across the sea to Bucharest
then drove into the hills of Transylvania.
Arriving at the village of Brezoi,
where my great-grandmother Crina was born,
I walk by the river where lilies bloom
and imagine I feel her soul with me.
Gliding wood boat down the Aluta River,
I follow the Danube to the Black Sea
where only the ancient wind sings to me
as I still search for the lost family home.
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