Beloved Country
In these many times since ninety four I have grown up And sideways too With feet firmly planted As nature might’ve wanted To hold me fast from every compass In this life that still rocks back rocks forth in time Cupping both my ears to knit my brow Pressing a tear from my cheek I hear My heart’s mind murmur And I ask now as I knew then What became of my beloved country* _____________ little|red~one * Alan Paton published ‘Cry the beloved country ‘ in 1948. Perhaps a reminder that while nostalgia creates fuzzy feelings there is a side that is also conflicted. In D6 if we were to give it a name it might be Hanover Street and only because you still feel it move below your feet like before)