I dream of a place
Where I belong
Where I don't belong.
And sometimes
Stretch out my arms
To reach for the place
Where I don't live.
My soul is English
The flowers in my garden
Ring with
The boxwood and daisies
And glory of
My love
For the little island
Set in the sea
That's home for me
In my dreams.
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: These feelings come from being the child of ex pats (English and Scottish) and knowing so much of the culture but being only a fractured part of it. For instance we were taken to the "Scottish Games" on 4th of July! Sort of floating between cultures.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Well written and expressed
Thank you Tony - enjoy your day.....
Welcome
very nice ..:-)
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