The memory of Home, fresh and raw
Of the friendly, familiar earth,
The inviting lure to the roads I saw
that led to our town of mirth,
Here, shines the brighter sun
That warms our cold, foreign soul,
We hallow the land, where our story had begun,
feeling ourselves become one and whole,
Walls made of memories and laughter
that echo, many years after,
Here my heart lies, and forever will
In the soil, the air, and the spirit still.
5th Dec, 2024
