Tremigrant
Thomas Falcon Marshall - Emigration - the parting day "Good Heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day etc" Goldsmith - Google Art Project.jpg
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the first time I left my land
it was with an outstretched hand
an open mind
a curiosity about what I would find
searching for reason
during what was supposed to be only a season
a youth of twenty
I stayed away for almost forty
in two thousand and three
again I would cross the sea
to take up residence in a foreign place
where I sensed I would face
new experiences
that challenged my perspectives
and gave me a different cause
and so it was
in the year nineteen
I would again change my scene
unsure what it might mean
for everything I had been
up to then
but also when
I would be in the last phase of my life
but here I am
I cherish my country
It has done a great deal for me
above all, it let me live free
that said, I never really knew
whether intellectually and culturally
it was too small to be
notwithstanding its geography
my forever homeland
when I had almost nothing, I had youth
when I no longer had youth, I had truth
now with most of my life behind me, I have liberty
