Longings
I long for the smells of the country side,
The blossoms and flowers so
bright.
My disappointments I try to hide,
'Till England's shores come into
sight.
I have made my home abroad you know,
In a Forest filled
mountain land.
Life's pace is now very slow,
But the scenery is just
grand.
I still yearn for the Green Downs,
In Kent's Garden filled with
Fruits
The wooded hills are wearing gowns,
Of Autumn coloured
suits.
Soon will come the time of Snow,
The Mountains clean, covered
in white,
Time for the Austrian Crows,
To complain of their hungry
plight.
I may dream of my home town, Dartford,
Lying huddled in the
north of Kent.
But here I must stay I gave my word,
A promise can never be
spent.