Place to Place
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Pollution, poverty and humidity
Is where I was born.
A third world country where
society was torn.
Where the mountains stood,
Looking down on the city,
Smoke was the air you breathed
coming from jeepneys.
Despite all this, life was good.
After all, it was my home,
Running around the rice fields
where I loved to roam.
At 6 years old, the sun and stars
changed into the Union Jack,
I had left home on a plane
unable to turn back.
The jeepneys became double
decker buses
and the mountains turned into
concrete buildings.
Football made the lads go crazy,
Having a good old pint in the pub.
Girls thought more liberally,
From relationships to having fun.
Eleven years later, the Union Jack
changed into the Stars and Stripes,
The ´land of milk and honey´
where pastures were green and ripe.
Pounds turned into dollars,
and accents slowed into a drawl.
Here, sport fans worship
baseball and basketball.
Oh North Carolina, you beautiful state
I wish for future warm days
whatever becomes of my fate.
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namjad
I really really like this poem! You've got some vibrant imagery with the rice fields along side the descriptions of all three countries (which were beautiful) I especially liked the "land of milk and honey", it sounds like the words of a very innocent person who is full of hope. The references to pop culture make the poem seem all the more alive, maybe you could use your gift of description to your other poem about judgement as well. Continue writing, you're onto something good!