Homeland

Here's a poem I had written way back in. . . April.  Hmm.  Not sure why I hadn't posted it before.

Enjoy. :]


sarahpenmaiden

This homeland is mine
Though no deed have I.
I'll claim these mountains
Till the day I die.
These valleys I'll roam
Where horizons meet,
And eagles soar,
The high skies to greet.



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5 comments

  1. Beautiful! And the picture matches really well. =)

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  2. Thank you, Michelle! I thought so too. :] (You've probably guessed, but it's a view of the family farm.)

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  3. You live there? O.O I did suspect that, but wow. It's gorgeous!

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  4. Michelle: Yes! And thank you! I thank my God every day for the home I have. :]

    Nine: Aw, thanks! :D

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To each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass, and a book of rules,
And each must make, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.
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