Looking thru Those Eyeholes 

This poem by Russell Soaba was interesting to me as it made me think about my Grandmother, who was born in England and came to New Zealand, which became home.

I think that Looking thru Those Eyeholes is similar, as my Grandmother had to leave family and friends behind whom passed away in her absence. But I am sure they would have loved to 'look through those eyeholes' and experience what my Grandmother did when migrating to New Zealand and starting a new life. I wrote a short poem in response to this. 

Home Is Where The Heart Is 

Oh! how I miss the pastures

So green and so divine 

Not unlike the pastures here

That I have come to accept as mine

My family have settled 

And so have I

But I will not forget my sacred land

A Grandsons hand I hold

For New Zealand to now shape and mold

I shall not return 

But will I be blue?

For England is home 

But can it be true?

Home is where the heart is, 

 So, New Zealand that is you

Jordan Flyger