A note about this first piece: I'd forgotten I had written it, and I'm not sure when I wrote it, as it's in a sketch book and is not dated. But it must have been in the fall of 1995, because I bought this particular sketchbook while I was studying abroad at Harlaxton College. The title is the same as this post, as that is what I was thinking about at the time. Here it is.
Dew dappled fields of sun-kissed vine,
sweet honeysuckle and fragrance of thyme.
Knelling of bells in misty valleys of June,
jux't by the glimm'rous midsummer moon;
red rays of twilight cast their light
over the hills that I knew i' the night.
Down lonely roads we make our paces
through Tuscan hillsides and Etruscan places;
paths trodden by farmer, soldier, and serf,
forgotten tears wept in the war-bloodied turf.
I follow the ways as the bells toll my song,
sweet music echoes; I pause over-long.
These hills to my lonely heart do cry,
yet for my love I must bid them goodbye.
(c) Copyright Jezla 1995.