Poetry of a Lifetime

This Land

Everywhere I go, every place I see
I feel my heart longs for a place
Far away from here, across the sea
There's the last part of my grace

Beyond the highest mountains
Before the stairs to the skies
Where children play by the fountains
Where the spring draws nights

Nothing will ever keep me distant
Always am I there, even when I am not
As I search, I shall be persistent
I have not forgotten