Hello, Hope that this Saturday goes well with you, we have poem of the week 40 ready, my choice is Helen Rice Obama
I am an exile Then by Helen Rice Obama
I
am an exile then, some other land
beneath another sun must have been mine.
I speak a new language and clasp your hand,
I taste the grapes from your vine,
They are sour, bitter to my mouth,
I don't enjoy such,
missing home, both north and south!
I prefer my own kind of fruit,
peaches or oranges are sweet and good,
I dwell on words that's soft
with friends and eyes,
gentle and aloft.
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Happy Writing!
poetry picnic week 111, World Peace in May,
13 hours ago
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