Nostalgia poem. Where i am at.

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the horizon, up ahead
another county, towns in which
many other opportunities
while my hair whips in the wind
skirt lifting from my legs
carrier bag plastic flapping in my clenched fist
i look up and across
that tantalising horizon
but even if
i took that journey
packed a bag &left
would i find home –
people who care
locals receiving. Helpful with accommodation
the work plentiful
details correct
yes
or will it be as it is now
effort, hard work
the very maximum for effect
never giving up, a determination –
i know
i don’t need to journey
i am going to celebrate where i am at

originally published put me down, I’m terrible

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