Crossing borders to go home

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I heard the cattle call my name across the distant fields

Hommme, hommmme, hommme, they lowed,

giving me direction and telling me I belonged.

The sheep were next to bleat the promise

Baaack, baaaack, baaack. they said,

reminding me that I have strayed too far, too long.

Over my head, large birds swooped and swept, circling round,

diving down to take a closer look at this newcomer,

but finding only the familiar, they darted off again.

I had come home to a land Ive never known,

yet it knew me, and somehow, I did know it,

and in its sun-drenched embrace, my heart finally found its place.

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