I’ve got a special place that’s just for me
Where trees soar high and treasures hide in caves.
Where the sun goes to sleep far out at sea
Beneath the waves.
Where colourful birds brighten up the sky,
And paint the world with rainbows as they fly.
I’ve got a special place that’s just for me
Where other people help to fill my cup.
Where people can be who they want to be
When they grow up.
Where everyone can always speak their mind,
And people value others who are kind.
I’ve got a special place that’s just for me
Where I am safe with friends around who care.
A country where we’re lucky to be free
And we can share.
There’s room for new friends in this country too;
I’ve saved a special place right here for you.
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A lovely way to address the whole migration image, combining it with our own appreciation of the land, Kylie – i love it!
I particularly enjoyed the rhythm of this poem Kylie. Thanks for sharing.