Refugees Poem by james watkin

Refugees



As seeds, of a cold windswept hand
Now rooted in your land
What, growing up as wildflowers
Were, too, called foreigners!

Displaced themselves, are not these
For road-blown refugees
Not worth that time-budding chance
Cultural landscapes enhance?

Wednesday, June 8, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: refugees
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A poem spreading positive energy, close to heart..

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james watkin 10 June 2022

Much appreciated

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