I have touched the tip of my past br Not a mere exercise in nostalgic wonder br Rather a journey through England br A cottage paused in time, waiting to be found br Among the green lush stained by past marching grasshoppers br Treading on clear days and nights shake the earth br Black-outs and the wind shakes our flag like a feather br A babies cry is heard in the clear blackness br Their spears are down, bathed in blood br The stars and candles are burnt out embers of heat against the cold br X marks the spot of their guns in the old stone castle br I have come to stake my claim br The village is filled with green wilderness br With blasts from the magic of the sea it waits quietly br The frosted salt on cracked lips and tears give the tongue majestic pleasure br The past has re-visited like family with a tearful reunion br Our country and our family are linked br We know it well and its hold on our loyalties br The further through my journey br The more I want to revisit the past br A vivid picture is born and memoirs come alive br I am home br br Laurie Dahlbr br Laurie Dahlbr br