The Way

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Wearing the scars of a hundred solitudes,

I march in a direction unknown.

Sea breeze fills my ears with kindness

Near a place that is not my home.

The ocean roars madly

On a calm and peaceful day.

While people talk wildly,

Without anything real to say.

Yet, an orange tree grows quietly

Far, far away.

And so I wonder:

Will I remember this beautiful day?

 









About This Place…

"This website is dedicated to the many people of the Democratic Republic of the Congo who have suffered and died."

 

The writer was a journalist, prosecutor, and Canadian soldier who is now trying to help the people who live in the DR Congo.

 

The photographs and the commentary here are solely those of the writer and his pet dog named "Bark." The United Nations and MONUSCO have nothing to do with this website.

Similarly, the township of Puskokum in eastern Tennessee is equally not interested.