O
Like the street where I grew up and fondly played
You are fading into mist and memory
On Google Earth it looks so far away
I’d like to go, but it’s too far for one day
And gone is my extended family
From the street where I grew up and joyous played
The Convent School was sold,not on E bay!
I hated how they used to torment me
On Google Earth it looks so far away
Now a Mosque stands on the hill to point the way
We Christians lost our faith. God’s territory
Bare the street where we knelt down at night to pray
My life felt like enacting a mad play
I angered nuns with violent modesty
On their Earth I felt so far away
The water soft made better tasting tea
The rivers ran,the moors grew bilberries
Oh,dear land where I grew up and fondly played
On Google Earth you look too far away
