J. I. Thomas F. Poet Sonnet

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

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