By Will Selph
Fields of green captivate the land
Met with historic castles and waters,
The crash of waves echoes in the background
As the sun sets, giving way to night
I was told I belonged to these lands,
That lineage comes from here
To be honest, I really don’t know
Where my blood flows from
All I know is that for one day,
I can pretend to know of my home,
I will raise my pint and wish others well,
And dream of a home I never knew.
