I remember this place,

My small town home.

The brisk northern tundra

Where the lumberjacks roam.

 

I remember this place,

My beloved concrete city.

Whose tall tower and cultures

Is what makes her so pretty.

 

I remember this place,

My quaint, quiet capital.

Along the frozen canal

Where true love was lyrical.

 

I remember this place,

My days of blue and gold.

Amongst the land of the Vikings

Where young stories were told.

 

I remember this place,

My true north, strong and free.

Of family beginnings

Where happiness continues to be.

 

I remember this place,

My summers, the beach.

Of sweet kisses everlasting

Enduring love far from reach.

 

Now a visitor to this place,

Curiously here I roam.

Yet no matter how far I wander

This place, this town, will be …

                                … forever HOME.