Rowing this boat heading the deep blue sea
Sagging wharf seems so close and very near
The morning sunshine lifts the world with fantasy
Elsewhere fares, to the east, God’s art winging free
At last, here I am to the place which calms my world
A paradise which I’ve missed for so long
Azure sea, bright sky, cold breezing wind
Daisy meadows, forest so green
Nothing else would compare
to a place I call my home
For the joy of my spirit is mansioned here
Comrade I would have to ease my melancholious soul
My Pen and Soul 