New Land
So this is the place to call my home?
A stretch of land I barely know?
The roaming fields,
The sweeping trees,
The buildings, streets, all new to me.
Many sights to dwell upon,
More beauty than a man could want.
No faces which I recognise.
I’m so alone and can’t disguise,
The way that these new eyes will see.
I know no-one,
No-one knows me.
Standing in a crowded street,
Everyone looking at their feet
So where to go?
What first to see?
The mighty oaks?
The flowing streams?
Or should I seek a perfect match,
To love and hold,
Let me detach?
From all I left so far behind,
To gently soothe this troubled mind.
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