Friday, November 26, 2010
Returning Home to Moscow from the Caucasus
Nomad Mikhail
when did you get home?
and did the ocean roar?
did you see your pals again
at the Georgian shore?
did you look into a store,
did you hold your child high?
and why was he a kid again,
and why was I a sigh?
i have already been there...
i shall not go again.
go and find your future
and sometimes i will send
an email of christmas time,
easter email too,
picnics, woods, and running twain
for we will ne'er be true...
Labels:
Georgia,
peace poem,
russia
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment