Border Line
Do not cross
The boundary line—
no crossing of the desert ridge
(it ain’t no bridge)
There is a border ‘twixt you and us,
That humans do define,
That is yours and This is ours:
the scrub, the dirt, the pretty flowers.
Keep away
You have been told,
There are too many of you,
young
and old.
The land is free
Though you are not.
Be grateful to God
And your unsung lot.
This is natures ground,
God’s green Earth,
it’s ours by right,
by right of birth.
and we own it,
So clear off,
Do a flit,
Be Gone.
If you are seen,
I’ll make the call to, Nine, One, One.
Lesley Scoble, August 2024
I wrote my poem, Border Line in response to Melissa’s #FFFC Prompt.
ACKNOWLEDGING
Thank you, Melissa Lemay, for your inspiring Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #281 prompt.
The prompt’s featured image is from Greg Bulla on Unsplash.
Lesley lives in the City of London Square Mile. An artist, actor and sculptor (her first ceramic sculpture won the V&A inspired by… Award). Scenic artist & book illustrator, playwright (her musical play, Rapscallion performed in inner city schools and theatre school); TV dancer; Animator and illustrator for TV production. Set up Pinecone Studios Ltd and IIMSI Ltd drama and filmmaking workshops in London – producing award-winning films made by children.
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