The Place I Once Called Home

The place I once called home is no longer so to me And a migrant in this Land is all I can be But I am happy to live here and here I will stay Until the Grim Reaper on my life has his say In the hedgerows and groves by a distant town The songbirds are singing as the sun goes down 'Tis not very hard at all to visualize That is something that I have come for to realize I first grew to love Nature from here far away And I do love her more with every passing day I marvel at the things in her I do see And her beauty is everywhere all around me Where I was born and raised mine would be a strange face And I am a migrant far from my old home place.