Obsessively watching a BBC show,
I wonder what the attraction could be
No complex mystery hard to follow
No witty, raunchy celebrity to see
Promoting their opus opening any day.
Just three country houses couples might buy,
Their exquisite gardens, and not far away,
Timeless hamlets coveted with a sigh,
A feeling of longing, thwarted belonging,
How can I be homesick for lands never seen?
For lovely Welsh waterfalls, foaming and singing,
Stone farmers’ cottages, low hanging beams.
Ancestors call, deep in my DNA.
Next life I’ll go where my heart holds sway.
Janet Jenkins-Stotts is a late blooming author of both poetry and prose. She has had poems in “Kansas Voices,” “Konza Journal,” ”Dash,” “Passager,” “River City Poetry,” and “Haibun Today” and the Swedish underground journal “Devote." She taught ESL at the University of Kansas and Wichita State University before spending ten years in charge of the GED program at the KS State Dept. of Education. She is active in the Kansas Authors Club and lives in Topeka, KS with her husband Stan and their min-pin Romeo.