Showing posts with label land. Show all posts
Showing posts with label land. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Home farm Land





I guess it’s too late
to live on a farm.

As if I could buy a house!
Let alone land.

A place of my own– 
is what my friend sighed,

our someday dream,
our loftiest goal.


Today again I paid
to learn, watching

refugees sit and wait
for their bus, and asked


the doctor what the term
really means–


she couldn’t state
exact qualifications, 


just that for some
recognized reason,

a person had to leave
their homeland.


But, had a home,
and have a new home, here.


Or housing, at least.
More stable than those

that exist in doorways,
or under the bridge


in tents that spring up
like mushrooms when it rains.



And how they also pay,
if not in money. Life




is costly. At some point
we all get priced out–

a roof, a room, a house,
a home. When you’ve got nothing

to trade, to leverage, to sell–
it’s too late to live on a farm.

All that’s left is to work
in the fields that someone else owns.




Home farm Land





I guess it’s too late
to live on a farm.

As if I could buy a house!
Let alone land.

A place of my own– 
is what my friend sighed,

our someday dream,
our loftiest goal.


Today again I paid
to learn, watching

refugees sit and wait
for their bus, and asked


the doctor what the term
really means–


she couldn’t state
exact qualifications, 


just that for some
recognized reason,

a person had to leave
their homeland.


But, had a home,
and have a new home, here.


Or housing, at least.
More stable than those

that exist in doorways,
or under the bridge


in tents that spring up
like mushrooms when it rains.



And how they also pay,
if not in money. Life




is costly. At some point
we all get priced out–

a roof, a room, a house,
a home. When you’ve got nothing

to trade, to leverage, to sell–
it’s too late to live on a farm.

All that’s left is to work
in the fields that someone else owns.