Treasure Island

John Leroy Maxwell

(Harrisburg, Pa.)

The Answer


They asked me once, they asked me more
Where is the Nation you adore
My country's big and very wide, from sea
to shore, and tide to tide
I love my country through and through
From shore to shore and oceans blue
They say in riddles, do you talk
Just where is the land you choose to walk
Where e'er my foot steps thats my home
And when I'm there I'm not alone
So you must see, my homes not small, and
for myself I loveth all
My home is not a single place
My home is every Nation, every Race
I love the world and all there in
All races, people are next of kin
Cousins, sisters, brothers too
O'er shores and shores, o'er oceans blue
The worlds my home, shall always be
From shore to shore, from sea to sea

Submitted: Monday, December 13, 2010
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