Home Country

My country;
children trudging through waves;
the sand hot on my hands,
the water running like music
creamy green over the shore.
My country.

The sun, unbearable
in a bright exposed sky
searing my thoughts;
the air burning my skin.
My country.

Princesses catwalking by
slurping pink ice - creams;
families.
The hiss of barbecues
and conversation drifting
through the cool shade of leaves;
My country.
My home.