POEMS . . .

by Marvin Arnold, June '97

There is a place in Africa were I know the footpaths through
the high grass and strange trees.
Where the waterfall is higher, the valley deeper, the mountains
taller and the lake more beautiful than I have ever seen.

There is a place in Africa where I have walked the clay dirt roads
and been greeted by, "Hello, how are you?"
"I am fine too." I look at them, how little they have, failing to
understand why they are happy too.

There is a place in Africa where there are some people who can
call me by my given name, because for ever so brief a time,
I lived among them.
We shared are lives, our hopes, our dreams our God, and
together sung a hymn.

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