Homeland

Homeland

It’s the places you remember, it’s the place that you love best,
Where you grew up as children, and in your memory it now rests,
It’s the special place you all loved, when as youngsters we would roam,
And no matter where you are now, it’s the place you all call ‘Home’.

There are special moments to recall, times of mischief and of fun,
Times of soaking neath a raincloud, or of lazing in the sun,
Memories of romance, with a secret lover’s tryst,
Or a mystic stroll on heathland in a lowering of mist.

Little village churches were we paused to say a prayer,
And to wish. ‘God rest and bless you!’, to the people sleeping there,
Secret ponds and woodlands where our childhood days were spent,
All are there still waiting, just resting and content.

You never will forget those times, those moments that you had,
When younger, fit and carefree, with not a moment to be sad,
And sitting in our distant thought is a dream within our heart,
To return back, to our ‘homeland’,  and to never, ever, part.

Mick.