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I rarely feel at home
I did once or twice
The knowing you belong
That someone wants
You there and needs you
Sometimes it's a person
Creating that longing
And others it's a place
To walk the verdant fields
Soft rain falling on my
Upturned face as I go
The smell of peat smoke,
Wafting through the air
Drawing memories forth
Even alone I won't feel lonely
The streams torrid and blue
Trout swimming quietly
Or just sitting in the park
Eyes on the lovers strolling
And the kids playing loudly
Whether city or country
To be back in Eire
To try to create for myself
Some semblance of a life