We, as a team, went on a trip to our neighboring country... A poem and pictures follow.
There is a Place...
There is a place where the sun waves in the sky;
There is a Place...
There is a place where the sun waves in the sky;
where her forty prongs live on the earth;
where her heart resides in the home.
There is a place where a mother awaits continually;
her children have gone to war;
time bars her from them.
There is a place where coffee shops fill the heart;
reminiscences exist;
moments of self rise again.
There is a place where horses run freely on the mountain slopes;
their young closely behind;
they are sacred and beautiful.
There is a place where lakes are like oceans;
peaks border the banks;
views so beautiful were never meant to be found.
There is a place where green plains fade to mountains;
rivers are the only noise;
time disappears under the trees.
There is a place that feels like home.
There is a place that feels like home.
(Explanation in pictures below):
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| In the city. American style coffee shop.... so good. It had a home-like feeling. |
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| Second largest alpine lake in the world next to Titicaca. But hotels have begun to take the skyline. |
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| I think everyone owned a horse. |
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| Awesome place to camp. Time stopped. The river was a lullaby to sleep. |
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| Steak over camp fire! Yum. |
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| Horses roam freely. |
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| Love it. |
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| Pizza. |
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| The food was great. |
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| WWII memorial. She awaits her children. |
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| The flag. A sun with forty prongs (40 tribes). The middle is a very important/holy symbol, which is on the roof of every yurt (nomadic tents/homes). |
