Literary Arts Magazine Spring 2019 - Page 30

Poem About My Home David NB Cruz Oh Home, oh Home, oh Home, the land of peace. Oh Home, the land of natural food, the land of beauty. Home, a land of people who are full of mercy. Oh Home, the land of my all ancestors. Oh Home, I cannot stop loving your beautiful land. Oh Home, oh Home, oh Home, the land of wise man. Oh Home, the land of well-behaved people. Home, the land of beautiful domestics and wild animals. Oh Home, the land of beautiful mountains, forests and seas. Home, how can I stop thinking about you? When all of my ancestors were buried in your beautiful land. Oh Home, oh Home, oh Home, the land of my first footprint. Home, the land of my mother tongue. Oh Home, the blessed land. I miss you every day, beautiful land. Oh Home, the land of natural milk and honey, I don’t know how and I don’t wish to know how to hate your amazing land. I have learned much in life because of you, the home of my all ancestors. Oh Home, you are the most beautiful and favorite land in my life. Oh Home, even though I am not there, I will never forget your beautiful land, The land of man who still knows what culture means. Oh Home, the land of man who keeps his dignity. Oh Home, the land of children who don’t disobey elders’ words. Home, you are amazing all the time. 30