Home
Living, Standing on
A Bed of Breathing Rock
Spinning, Stretching, Stopping.
Failing…Falling only to Rise Once Again
Riding the Waves of the Raging Sea
Washing over the abrupt Rocks
That halt the continuous flow
Of the waves of centuries
Past, Present, Yet to Be
Smiling at the stubborn, strong
Home that stands so proud
Amid the furious waves
Proud of its History
Proud of its People
Proud of its Tongue
Proud, so proud
To call it…
Home.