When I think back to the day
That I left my homeland of Spain
When all I knew was my city of Madrid
And life was ever so simple
I shed a tear and wondered
How papa and mama were doing
Tending the farm and the animals
And how my younger sisters were
The day that I left, I packed everything
My whole world in a tan pouch that
I bought with my savings at the market
I filled it with all my clothes, drawings and a jar of dirt
With this jar I could take my homeland everywhere
And believe me I have and plan to take it more places
From the coast of Madagascar to the shores of Tahiti
To the crest of the Nile to the icy cold of the Arctic
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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