My Homeland
You land that bare your baron hills and alabaster skies
Pastured fields of emerald green, the roman's left behind
Golden meadows stand arrayed, a tapestry unfolds
The air of medievel thoughts, a mystery of old
As I look yonder to the east a shepard tends his sheep
for you a nation not so learnt,your beauty you must keep
My dancing thoughts oh land of song, the harp and all who sing
with poetry and bairds that long to keep the love she brings
All through my journey's mile to mile and many leasons learned
oh! wales my love I promise you to you I will return.
Copyright © Linda Johnson | Year Posted 2005
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