There is a Place...

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;

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.

(Explanation in pictures below):

In the city.  American style coffee shop.... so good.  It had
a home-like feeling. 

Second largest alpine lake in the world next to Titicaca.  But
hotels have begun to take the skyline.  

I think everyone owned a horse.

Awesome place to camp.  Time stopped.  The
river was a lullaby to sleep.

Steak over camp fire!  Yum.

Horses roam freely.

Love it.

Pizza.

The food was great.

WWII memorial.  She awaits her children.

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).