The Heart's Country
Born 1878
Hill people turn to their hills;
Sea-folk are sick for the sea:
Thou art my land and my country,
And my heart calls out for thee.
The bird beats his wings for the open,
The captive burns to be free;
But I -- I cry at thy window,
For thou art my liberty.
DayPoems Poem No. 1153
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1153.html">The Heart's Country by Florence Wilkinson</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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