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CUBA IS THE FUTURE FOR LATIN AMERICA AND PERHAPS THE WORLD

CUBA IS THE FUTURE FOR LATIN AMERICA AND PERHAPS THE WORLD On my way out of Cuba, from La Habana, on COPA airlines flight to Panama, I w...

vendredi 24 février 2017

WIND THE COLOUR OF THE FURY OF THE MOUNTAINS

I am in the hamlet of Walthill in North Eastern part of Nebraska, part of the UmonHon Indian reservation. Last night a snow storm passed through this region, dumped about 8 inches of snow. all roads were blocked and none of the cars could move and all offices and clinics were closed and every one was home bound.
I had the inspiration to write a poem, looking at a photograph
and here it is ..


AUTUMN IN THE MOUNTAINS
it was autumn
i was waiting for someone or other
suddenly a leaf
about to touch the earth
whispered
i bring you this look of nostalgia
i collected in my travels
to a far away land
of pining and silence
there a beautiful girl
eyes lost in the oblivion of her dreams
waits for your kisses
for the magic of opening her dreams
flowing like her silky auburn hair
there you will encounter
in the shadow of the mountain
a heart beating softly sweetly
to the wavy rhythms of her hair
enticing you to her bosom
i sit here for the wind that
touched her hair
the colour of the fury of the mountains
to bring me a tender message

23 february 2017
while the omaha indian reservation was gulped by the snow
dedicated to SN.
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