Joseph Mallord William Turner - The Temple of Poseidon at Sounion 1834[/caption]Where lies your homeland,
And where is your hearth,
Where’s best the sunrise,
That pulls at your heart?
It is where my folk wander,
Through mountain and glen,
There soars the great eagle,
It is home to the wren.
Where lies your homeland,
That makes your heart ache?
Where river or forest,
Sweeps down to the lake;
I dream of the poplar,
The ash and the pine,
It’s where my folk wander,
From their age to mine.
Where lies your homeland,
That lures you again,
That pulls at your heartstrings,
Yet pulls them in vain?
It is where they will gather,
The wheat from the past,
Then cast the seed wisely,
So people may last.
- Michael Walsh (Michael McLaughlin) -
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