The Country's No Place for the Homeless

‘It’s not easy being poor here
Not everyone who’s poor
wants to live in the town.’
She said.

‘Where can I find a home?
Houses let for holidays
not for people like me.’
She said.

‘I walk miles and miles
looking for work.
I don’t want to be poor.’
She said.

‘They don’t want you here.
Not if you’ve no money.’
‘Go back to the town!’
They said

Each day the tiny figure
tramps the lanes.
head high, proud stiff back.
‘I get angry.’ She said.