I hear the whisper
The call of the Green.
I feel the pull of the land
As she beckons to me.
But here I am.
In a distant land
Destiny find me.
As I tread a new path.
A season of change
To start life anew.
With far away eyes
I watch for you.
With fondness I recall
The blush of Spring.
Her fresh sweet beauty
I carry with me.
For always and ever
A bond will there be
One of body and soul
To the land over the sea.
© Linda Burger
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