Poems by Roni Moore
My Home
Fresh green trees and sunshine,
And the softest falling rain.
The sweet smell of roses,
I’m in England yet again.
It is my birth place,
And still my sweet home.
I will always come back again,
No matter where I roam.
Land of my fathers,
Where I have grown up strong,
This is my lovely homeland,
It’s the place where I belong.