As I traversed the land, bag in hand,
I sought a space, a novel place,
Where I could belong, do no wrong,
Find a wife and build a life,
Knowing few, start anew,
Till the soil, daily toil,
Modest pay, day by day,
Through blood and bone, one day own,
With heart and hand, purchase land,
In lush pasture, my own master,
Soil and seed, all I need,
God’s decree, finally free.
A Blank Space 