In the Land Where I Was Born

I've strayed a step or two away from you, corporate mercenary that I am. Opportunity drags me off unto deserts dry and mountains cold - some men damn. Looking for good, I come to see their charm, for even blasted wastes were made by Him. Sand and snow wound flesh but still cannot harm the captain-soul within, and there I swim. But though I march at other men's behest, I cannot forget the lure of your soil, your verdant trees offer my heart rest, and when I chance by you in midst of toil, I sometimes wonder at the cost and mourn - living beyond the land where I was born. 17 July 2019