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Homeland Poem

The Homeland

1888-1962


My land was the west land; my home was on the hill,
I never think of my land but it makes my heart to thrill;
I never smell the west wind that blows the golden skies,
But old desire is in my feet and dreams are in my eyes.

My home crowned the high land; it had a stately grace.
I never think of my land but I see my mother's face;
I never smell the west wind that blows the silver ships
But old delight is in my heart and mirth is on my lips.

My land was a high land; my home was near the skies.
I never think of my land but a light is in my eyes;
I never smell the west wind that blows the summer rain --
But I am at my mother's knee, a little lad again. 
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Dec 6, 2008 12:26 PM
Comments · 1
Ahh my friend, Your heart never stops to amaze-me but your kidness is disarming!


Love your Poems!

Happy Eid!
Fati
December 8, 2008
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