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October 14, 2004

Watching Hoosiers in the Himalayas

Well, I might as well start with the best I've got (in my estimation at least). I was in Pakistan twelve years ago. It was my day off. It was dark and cold and I was watching Hoosiers in an empty classroom. My family was on the other side of the world in the Midwest, both of which, I would soon learn, I loved more than I knew...

Watching Hoosiers in the Himalayas

I never thought I would ache for Illinois.
Especially here in this cherished place,
Amidst these swaying pines that whisper joy,
Of windswept hills and cold alpine spaces,
Amidst these pines that wreathed in monsoon mists
Transform the world medieval once again,
That silent stand like monks in sacred trysts.
Yet in this cherished place there comes this pain
For rich, dark, furrowed fields a world away
For harvest leaves that dying golden fall
On silent walks of silent towns that stay
More silent still when winter carpets all
And winter snowdrifts sweep, and families keep
To glowing houses. I watch this screen and weep.

Random Poetry | By jackdas | 8:08 PM

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