Where my heart is (for Judy)

From Blakes "satanic mills" I come,
Where industry first scarred this scepter'd Isle,
Innocent of "Camberley heavy with bells",
My pores seep coal and callouses of swarf,
My mudded boots entrenched, in cobble stones and slag,
But my heart ascends through caustic clouds cocoon,
To a distant shore,
'Cross mississippi's bright ribbon,
And on, through waving corns expanse,
To Her,
My field of Dreams,
A daughter of pioneers who work the land,
A son of steam and soot,
So different, so alike,
Our heritage of Plymouth Rock is found,
Our Future to be as one.

Olias