2024/Hope-

I am the one who sees castles, strong and gray, sitting on hills like soldiers,

in England.

I am the one who hears the pitter - patter of rain mixed in with the light

chirping of robins playing, usually these sounds are soft and calm,

in England.

I am the one who touches the fresh lemons. Their skin is rough and smooth

at the same time. I would pick them, fresh from a tree, in Ickworth,

near Bury St. Edmunds, in England.

I am the one who smells honeysuckle flowers on a gate, in England.

I am the one who tastes the delicious spaghetti my mom would make for

me. The sauce would get stuck on my face, in England.

I am the one who hopes to get to see old friends again, so they can see

how much I have grown, and perhaps one day, raise a family of my

own, in England.

Who am I?