No Place Like Home - Diane Scantlebury

They thought their hopes lay in far off lands,
Dreams they had conjured
From golden images in their youth,
But reality struck a discordant note
When the bright flames of fantasy
Became the grey dust of truth,
Travel truly had broadened their horizons
The quest of curiosity had urged them to roam,
Soon the realisation that grass is not greener only different
Made them appreciate what they’d already had at home,
It’s never wrong to have a dream
Opportunities are fleeting and will not wait,
But pause and reassess what it is you may wish for
Because it may just lie through your own front gate.

Diane Scantlebury