I was born there to see the fileds
To see rivers running cold
To watch blackbirds in the branches, too
I am double-minded, but not double-hearted
For my heart is one with the bonds of love
I've seen bright red and I've seen blue
I'll see sandy desolations, ones I haven't seen yet
I'll see buildings, up high they go
I've seen it all, now I'll grow old and I'll see new
I hope, my mother, you'll find the strengh
To overcome my choices and my life
For when I'm old, I know my heart is true
And I am not made up by someone else's mind
A goodbye to my homeland
© Copyright: Племянница Уолта Уитмена, 2016
Свидетельство о публикации №116040308507
Свидетельство о публикации №116040308507
Рецензии
Сколько Вам лет? Вопрос риторический. Можете не отвечать. Но любовь к родине Вы выразили замечательно.
Нелли Добротолюбова 27.09.2016 23:36 • Заявить о нарушении
Нелли Добротолюбова 27.09.2016 23:36 • Заявить о нарушении