My Land (The Immigrant)


My land lies in my dreams, or so it seems...

Until the big airplane took me away...

Across the wide ocean to this place so mean,

Where I work and I scheme.


But somewhere in the corner of my mind,

A fragrant flower steals into my senses,

And water flows placid upon the river of my childhood.


The warm sun browns my carefree face as it laughs the frowns away.

I wander the deep green forest filled with wondrous creatures and play.

I work hard in the fields and taste the pleasure of my day

I know no other way, but it is good.


Now I'm stuck here in brick walls surrounded by broken glass and concrete in the 'hood ... remembering my land where all was so good.


Copyright 1997 © Ronald W. Hull 



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