Of Place

The migrants who retain love of their homeland Is something perhaps not hard to understand But most people in their ways see things differently And love of place does seem more natural to me Memories of where i spend my younger years Has often brought me close to nostalgic tears Of a place that i do think about every day Though from there i have been long gone and i live far away Many migrants of their love of their homeland love to sing But love of country can be a nationalistic thing Soldiers in war zones for flag and country have died Love of homeland can be linked to nationalistic pride But love of homeland is different to love of place in every way As chalk is from cheese as the wise one does say All good and bad memories they only can trace To a part of their country that is known as place That many profess a great love of homeland Is something i find easy to understand Though love of place does seem more natural to me Suppose many of us in our ways look at things differently.