In Response to~Gooseberry~Jingle~ Poetry Picnic~Week~16~ My Life~

A born refugee, I am told-

I crossed barbed wires to a new land;

It was a divided nation  an unstable station

for some time there was,  celebration;

but soon there was all, devastation

loneliness parting degradation.

I crossed other barriers,

I tried to make another home

I thought I was free-

I struggled through invisible fires,

I slipped on mud and mires

My faith only, kept me strong

Oh where do I belong?

My body will be dust my soul will fly

Will my Story find , a respectable publication?

'Oh Elementary My Dear Watson'

You should know the clue to the destination'

'It is all so simple-there is the solution

Lets leave the rest to someone else,

'Tis fate n' Joy,  let there be  Jingle' 'n jubilation'

To The Lovely  Gooseberry Garden,  is my dedication'