From Africa
By Richard L. Provencher
Mon, 06 Feb 2012
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Johannesburg and old memories, of
mission houses
love and tears a blessing. Skin scarred
yet full of personality.
Go well, dear friend.
Man must do. I’ve been in prison,
I’ve done bad things. Apartheid.
Everything is diamond mines
with black blood.
Stay well, friend of friends.
Poverty, pain, suffering
South Africa 1946.
Go well, my father.
© Richard L. Provencher
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A nice poem Richard. It says
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A nice poem Richard. It says so much in a few words. Well done...
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Hello Richard L. Prov, This
Hello Richard L. Prov,
This seems to speak of some degree of personal experience. Have I got it wrong?
Still a well written poem that points up the pain of South Africa!
Moya
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