So, I wrote this poem a while back – a few years back actually. It’s about how I felt on the plane flying here to America for the first time.
To the land of my birth, to my Dame of
Though the mem’ries may stay, and the
songs may still chime,
I will sing a farewell to my Mistress
As I wave from a plane at her sunset’s
As the last sight of her may pass from my
And my thoughts start to race as to
what will I do,
To my heart I will say, “You will see
And to this all my heart will declare, “Yes,
So the tears that I shed are wiped from my
For I know that I’ll once more encounter
May her beauty to me be the dawn of
As I’ll always remember my home in
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