Here In My Home From Home

To my old homeplace could not drive from here by car
And even to my homeland shores to go by plane seems far
Perhaps now I'd be a stranger there I am a migrant here
But memories of what was to me are ever near
In those old fields that first inspired me to rhyme
'Tis May there now the Spring is in her prime
The old fields lush and green from recent showers
And looking lovely in their Nature's flowers
With nesting borders to defend in Spring
On hedge and in leafy grove the wild birds sing
And the hawthorns in their blooms of white to gray
Old memories from the mind don't fade away
Yet I'd feel a stranger in my old homeplace today
So here in my home from home I am happy for to stay.