In her heart she longed
For a place she’d never been, never seen With never ending fields of green Pastures lush and serene Where she could roam for miles and miles Perhaps it was the land of her ancestors Maybe one of their many castles Dundonald, Pembroke, or Windsor Maybe somewhere along the coast Dublin, Edinburgh, or Ayr Could it be the land of Odin Where the Vikings once roamed In the greenest valleys rivers running bold Perhaps a tiny fishing community Where the sky is aflame with greens and blues Maybe it was nowhere, only existed in her mind Although she came from kings and queens Vikings and Shieldmaidens She always felt within her soul The need to be a nomad Will she ever find her pastures Where her soul will feel at home
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