Another Cuppa: Poems by Neil Stewart McLeod

 

Fresh new poems about a broad range of topics, descriptive narratives and whimsical reflections from a seasoned author. What makes the poems of Neil McLeod so refreshing ....not just words but thoughtful, carefully crafted words that through the means of poetry carry rhyme, rhythm and a subtle song. ..Poetry is designed with a richness and range of language, along with a richness and range of thought—bringing the two together with a special kind of beauty .. It is music without notes

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Happy In America

I grew up in Africa, 

   I’ve been to Zanzibar

I’ve seen the great Rift Valley, 

   and it’s western rim so far,

I’ve stood on Table Mountain 

   with Cape Town down below

A sight I’ll long remember 

    and think about ..although...

I’m happy in America, 

   America for me,

The land that flies the Stars and Stripes, 

    home of the brave and free

And should my memory wander 

    and hanker for old haunts

It’s the notion of how much I’d lack 

    if I weren’t here that daunts.

I was born in Oxford City 

    famed for mist and spire,

I know Scotland’s Western Isles, 

    The land of Heart’s Desire

I traveled to Bologna 

    to Napoli and Rome

But though I’ve loved them all at times, 

    I do not call them home.

There’s no place quite like Rio 

    with Christ’s statue so tall,

Few natural wonders impress 

    like Iguacu Water Fall.

New Zealand is so beautiful, 

    Australia’s got a reef

With the most amazing creatures 

    in the waters underneath.

Oh! I spent time in London, 

    that’s a city I have known,

I’ve crossed through France and taken 

    luncheon at Chalon sur Saône

I call the world my oyster 

    and round it I may whirl,

But when I’m done I’m headed back 

    to claim the greatest pearl.

I’m happy in America, 

    America for me,

The land that flies the Stars and Stripes, 

    home of the brave and free

And should I chance to wander 

    and take a final fling

Doubt not that I’ll be back again, 

    America I sing.