poem

sung to the tune of "Carry me back to old Virginy"

Nuwara Eliya

 

Rail me back to Nuwara Eliya,

There's where the tea and the pears and berries grow.

There's where the streams trickle sweet in the springtime.

There's where the mist in the morning hangs low.

 

Drive me round the vast open spaces,

There's where the dairy and the meat and veggies grow.

There's where the horses neigh snorting in the sunshine.

There's where the flowers bloom brightly from their bough.

 

Walk me up old Piduru-tala-gala,

There's where the fauna and the wily old fox roams.

There's where the rocks are hewn all over nature.

There's where true peace reigns calm in our home.

 

Take me down to the lush green Plains.

There's where the birds and the bees and fauna go.

There's where the world seems to end in its lifetime.

There's where the beauty of life seems to flow.

 

 

Fazli Sameer

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2005

 

From: Dr Beth Leembruggen-Kallberg
Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2006 11:31:00 +0100


Thanks, Fazli, for sharing this and the info about Ms Nicholas. I was learning that
very tune--about the same time in life--on distant shores, an assimulation driven
world away.

 

But that's the wonderful thing about culture. "They" can't shame or bully it out of us. For all its short comings, I am happy primary aged children are taught a multi-cultural world view in many countries. We are fighting the Integration v Assimilation battle in NL these days. Our cultural roots are so very important to identity and place in the world, no matter where we end up.

(I guess I need to finally publish that dissertation! ;-)

Looking forward to the webpage.
Beth

----- Original Message -----
From: "Fazli Sameer"
Sent: Wednesday, December 13, 2006 7:14 AM

Heres a poem titled "Nuwara Eliya" which I wrote last year (2005),
remembering the halcyon times we used to spend in those hallowed hills
upcountry.

It can be sung to the tune of the old negro spiritual, "Carry me back to
old Virginy", if any of you still do remember, a tune which the grand
old Burgher music teacher, Ms Nicholas, drove into us, hard and strong,
at Royal Primary School in the early fifties. God Bless her soul!

 

Fazli