When I wrote a few days ago I spoke of moving and packing, as well as letting go of the things we hold on to.
This month I have been fortunate to be a featured poet in a forum at Adlandpro, a Social Networking Site I belong to, and to ‘showcase’ much of my poetry.
Having read the poems of the previous poet of the month, and being quite taken with one about his British heritage, I decided to write one of my own.
So here it is to share it with you
My Journey
Scots and Irish Welsh and Manx
For these I give my family thanks
Yet who am I what’s my description
Made up as I am of their encryption
Born in Britain, Motherland
Yet jungle and forest took me in hand
Until the dawn of my fourteenth year
And then Australia had a care
From then the West to the Apple Isle
Then to the mainland brought a smile
A move again, and further north
Grapes and wine then showed their worth
But home it called, red dust and heat
The feel of sand beneath the feet
But only for a little while
Then the Pyrenees they brought a smile
The trees and the gold of triangle deep
Brought peace and calm and restful sleep
Then back again to the Apple Isle
Just for a visit, yet stayed a while
Back again to the mainland true
Yet ready to move a time or two
Up to the bush, then back to the sea
And Jack the dog he came with me
Then came the man who stole my heart
Another state, a brand new start
Almost a year and then move again
For him the packing was a pain
A scant nine months to find the place
That brought a smile then to his face
The house that we will then call home
And hopes well he I will cease to roam.
Peace Love and Light
Sheila
