A poem I wrote in one of my frequent bouts of homesickness.
To taste old tastes
To smell old scents
To hear sounds once familiar, half forgotten
Mind's wonder and senses delight
Nature's bounty and home soil
The familiar yet strange
The strange yet familiar,
change stations
Robin for Sparrow,
and squirrel for Possum.
Snow in winter and mild summer
BBC, Pounds & Pence
The Shires and history bountiful
Ai Aniron
Wild goose home to roost shall come
Ne'er parted ere the end.
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