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.