Saturday, June 10, 2017


This is my home, my native land, 
The country of my birth. 
What better place to live and grow, 
To lift my inner worth?

Even though I oft make light 
Or speak of her in mirth, 
No better place can I speculate 
Exists on Mother Earth.

Some people like to travel 
Hither, yonder, near and far. 
They never seem quite satisfied 
Just being where they are.

Exactly what they’re seeking 
Is impossible to know. 
But I’ve got all I need right here. 
I have no need to go.

And when, at last, it’s over and 
My final race is run, 
Embrace my ashes over Her 
And let us breathe as one.

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