Homeland

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.