Can I claim the land where I am now a foreigner
And maybe always was
As I sit beneath the rowan tree
That sturdily guards all souls
This place was always their home
The home I wanted for myself
For all eternity
That never in time was mine
Though when always so far
I yearned for this place that I called home
I heard so many names
Knew the folks from stories told
And through such tales
Felt one of them
And now I sit here
Next to death
And long to claim this land
Beneath the sturdy rowan tree
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Hey it’s really awesome
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Thankyou so much. I wrote it after paying a visit to my home village that I left when I was a baby.
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Aww !! that’s why it become more sweet & melodious..💙
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Thankyou so much
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“And now I sit here Next to death And long to claim this land Beneath the sturdy rowan tree”Beautifully written!!!😊💕👏🏻
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