Foreign Land
Baking in sunshine
Rolling green hills
Wind taking me
Toward my destiny
Skill to acquire
People to meet
Strange new world
Walked on by
My own feet
Beautiful new land
Breath taken away
As I’m walking
I’m led astray
Primula auricula Lincoln Bullion (a haiku)
Flower found in France
Of many colours and shapes
Full of history
By Olivia Batt
My Ancestors Were French 
my poem!!!!!
Hey Olivia, your poems are beautiful, we love them! I have also posted them here btw https://www.facebook.com/MyAncestorsWereFrench 🙂