I stare with fondness from this mound
And ponder land which I have found,
A piece of destiny all ’round
Which I have made my home.
I hold the place where I am free,
A space where I shall always be,
To stand with pride, to bend the knee,
In gratefulness to roam.
Here I shall face each fear again,
And I will walk ‘long fate with friend,
Here I shall bow and make my end,
In final page of Poem.
Eric M. Vogt