REFLECTIVE/DISCUSSION POEMS

By Josie Whitehead

THOSE DISTANT HILLS

By Josie Whitehead

Those Distant Hills

Those distant hills are beckoning,
    Their charms bewitching me.
Drawn to a world that lies beyond,
     I see my destiny.

In far-flung lands beyond my view,
     Man lives unbridled, free -
And, where hope becomes reality,
     I see my destiny.

Ambitions there could be fulfilled,
      Denouncing poverty. 
Far from this sad, impoverished life 
    I see my destiny.

I’d get respect from all mankind -
        Peace and prosperity.
Where truth and justice live and thrive
     I see my destiny.

It's there I'd work and gain respect -
     They'd show me dignity -
And where I'd hold my head up high
     I see my destiny.

I’ll elude life's savagery and pain.
     Tight bondage chains I'll flee -
For those distant hills, arms open wide,
      Are beckoning to me.


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These 'distant hills' are far from Africa, but with Leeds, Bradford and other towns and cities only half an hour away, this is where many immigrants come hoping for a better future.  My 'distant hills' were the Rocky Mountains of Canada.  I migrated in 1966 to and it took a week on a ship from Liverpool to Montreal and then 3 days and nights on a train to Vancouver.  Like everyone else I just wanted to see the world and earn money for my future.  I was home within 18 months.  Now the distant hills on the photo are within 5 minutes of my home (by car). They are Ilkley Moor.  Josie