No Two Are The Same

A different sort of childhood you and I did know
I am from the place where the Blackwater flow
Through old rushy fields and by ditch and hedgerow
In the land of the rook and the gray hooded crow.

You are from the southern coastal town
Of beautiful women from the sun bronzed brown
Fond memories of such in your thoughts you retain
And you yearn for what was and the old life again.

No two are the same as some are known to say
We all look at life in a different way
You yearn for the town where the silver gulls call
And I for the fields where the rushes grow tall.

Though in some ways similar things we embrace
We both have been blessed with a strong love of place
You visualize your surfing days in your town by the sea
And the northern mountains ever beckoning me.