Return to my Homeland, by Geoffrey Thurley I visit again the places of my childhood, /
that village /
where I grew up, /
where a belfry without a cross /
now threw up its birch-wood wat...
Returning home, by Peter Tempest Back to my birthplace, back to native haunts /
I went — back to the country /
Of my boyhood, /
Where like a watchman's tower made of birch wood,...