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The View Over Maimana

The view over Maimana

was almost biblical as

I watched a young girl

leading a donkey

across the dusty ground.

 

Her younger brother,

just a toddler was

playing games with the dust

that billowed around them,

seemingly trying to hit

the dust clouds with his stick.

 

The setting sun over the

brown barren hills and

mud brick houses

gave a sense of

beauty, hardship and poverty, for

there had been no rain for

three long years and

Mother Nature and Her Children

Were Suffering.

 

Maimaina is a town in Fayrab Province Northern Afghanistan,

 

◄ Dushti Laila

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Comments

<Deleted User> (6484)

Sat 22nd Aug 2009 14:32

Thanks Val.
Bernie

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Val Cook

Sat 22nd Aug 2009 10:13

You capture the scene so well,I enjoyed reading this poem,very good.

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