In foreign lands, my heart doth pine and ache,
For distant shores, where once I called my home,
The scent of lilacs by the old stone lake,
The ancient oaks where I was free to roam.
I yearn for fields where golden fields did sway,
And starry nights, so clear, they touched the soul,
The memories of home do not decay,
In distant lands, I find an empty hole.
Though new horizons beckon, bold and bright,
And foreign tongues enchant with their allure,
My thoughts return to where my heart took flight,
To distant lands, where memories endure.
Homesick I am, for distant shores so grand,
In foreign soil, I long to kiss the sand.
Hayden Coombs 