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No place like home
By Ken Edgar
(Jnr.)
Perhaps when it comes to
some travelling, I’m
luckier than just about
most
I’ve travelled around,
seen beautiful scenes,
though I’d never be here
just to boast
Seen Paris at night what
a wonderful sight the
Eiffel resplendent with
glaze
And many a part of East
Asia like Shanghai with
all its polluted thick
haze
Florence in spring such
a beautiful place a
Cathedral like no other
on Earth
The Food is incredible,
tasty and great, the
hills where the wine has
its birth
Barcelona in summer a
bustling city with
buildings by Gaudi so
fine
The splendour of Prague
with all its religion
and 1000 steeples from
time
Bratislava in autumn a
vibrant domain with
people so friendly and
proud
They have culture so
deep, history so broad
yet they never do shout
it our loud
Toronto in winter up the
CNN Tower is a cold like
you’d never believe
All the ships in the
lake sit there waiting
in ice for spring’s
steady, slow heat
release
Moscow, Red Square is a
breath taking place, a
square as big as are
Village
And right at the side
which spoils it a bit a
big yellow M of
McDonalds
Cairo in Feb is about
the best time to avoid
all the Camels and heat
The Pyramids though,
like you’d never believe
and the life that
continues to beat
Dubai in the desert a
real hot place with
wealth that we all only
dream of
And Charlotte a place I
have seen many times in
the great USA Carolinas
Manila a city surrounded
by islands and peoples
the most beautiful
around
They’ll astound you with
all their great numbers
yet poverty is very much
abound
Hong Kong is the best
such a great wacky place
an island and land of
the East
With its history diverse
and its people well
mixed a future to make
it the best
But of all these great
places I’ve visited afar
and yet more that I’m
still likely to see
There are none quite the
same as this old little
village with all its
great joy there for me
Cowling’s a place for
all north hardy men, and
for women not ‘fraid of
some graft
Yet a place in summer at
our famous old gala or
pram race were we all go
so daft
Yet as Dorothy said in
the Wizard of Oz when
she travelled so far
from her home
You’d have to agree when
you see all these sights
there’s still really no
place like home |
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