A place I call my home

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


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