Country

Country, land of my ancestors

Place of my breath

You walk with me in my adventures

Deep in this foreign isle of tears

Whenever I feel like a stranger here

You rest my head on the shores of Hellas

Reminding me of the beauty of my youth

And the gift to the world of a new born child

Now you are old you still look young

As the earth struggles through the hardship

My hair turns grey each lonely day

Urban pavements paint the stanzas

Rain falls like statues from my frown

The sky toppled like a memorial sea of blue

I turn a corner and pass chances everlasting

To one day lay with you

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I feel connected to my country, as expressed by the political body called the USA, but even more so, I'm connected to the land which represents this country. That's what's going thru my mind's eye as I read your poem, all the natural places I've been & loved, despite some wear & tear & abuse, these land forms still feel like a lover to me (((HUGS)))