Oh Lord, I want to go back where I’m from before my hair turns grey
Every day I think of my beautiful homeland that lies far away from here
I miss the foggy mountains, the wide rivers, and the sunny fields
My heart preserves the memories of the peaceful days of long ago
And someday I’ll return to the place of my origin, the land called Africa
The Land Called Africa
Marlon Pitter
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/07/2021
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Poem topics: africa, away, beautiful, hair, heart, I miss you, sunny, wide, long, place, return, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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