A yearning

I feel a yearning – to go back…

To go back to back to where I once belonged – England

Oklahoma doesn't feel like 'home' to me –

There's just something that pangs in me –

Maybe it's the wanting of listening to a skylark or nightingale.

Or it could be the wanting of being able to run in a field of green, purple, white and yellow –

Maybe have someone say "pip-pip-cheerio!" to me…

Maybe watching a perch jump up and enter with a splash

Maybe it's a yearning to hear the accents

Maybe it's a yearning to watch the cattle grazing peacefully,

Maybe it's a yearning to be able walk on a prehistoric land, where Romans once walked…

But, whatever it is, that gap in my heart will not be able to filled until I go back…