Where I belong is my Lemuria
Where ancestors have placed their feet,toiled and shaped that which is
On the soil they left for me is where my strength is gained,
I do not travel far,
I seek no distant visions,
It is all at my doorstep.
It is where the lemon tree stands, lusty ,unbending in all its strength.
My muse and I see Lemuria as our North, our South, our East, our West.