You would speak
again of journeys
planned places
unseen to go
listed amazing things
remaining to be seen?
I have never left
these unique island shores.
Yet I have seen
more secrets of the land.
Than you perceptive have
or ever perceiving shall.
This is the land
of our collective people.
This is the land
of our migrations sail.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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