RefugeeA Poem by Willard WellsHard LifeMorning comes early in the camp, as we wake to another day. Collecting water is what comes first, so we can wash and cook before we play.
Our home is a tent, among a thousand more. Leaving our town and friends behind in an effort to stay alive and nothing more.
Five days in the desert we escaped a brutal land. Crossing the border to find a new peaceful land.
We have no money or worldly goods. But with mother, father and sister too, we are still a family with love.
Looking for a Home! © 2015 Willard WellsReviews
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6 Reviews Added on July 12, 2015 Last Updated on July 13, 2015 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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