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A Christmas Past
by Edwin Larson
Thursday, December 16, 2004
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On the isle of Viti Levu
We were welcomed by the tribe
To share their humble offerings
Beneath a Christmas sky
They sang songs of adulation
So beautiful and clear
Their voices touched me deep inside
so simple and so pure
We strolled through the village
’till the feast had been prepared
In a hut on woven mats
the offerings were shared
I was seated with the elders
The chief was at my side
She amongst the women
Children showered her with smiles
We passed 'round the Yangona bowl
’till we could drink no more
Then bid farewell to our gracious hosts
And walked back to our bure…
…along the moonlit shore
Copyright ©2003,©2004 Edwin Dante Larson
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
12/18/2004 |
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(((edwin)))
a joy to read this beautiful write--thank you for sharing such powerful wisdom all could take a lesson from--bless you
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :) |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
12/16/2004 |
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| It is amazing how those who have so little can share so much. A wanderful holiday theme. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
12/16/2004 |
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| This is very beautiful Ed. A different kind of Christmas wonderfully shared! |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
12/16/2004 |
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| You've captured these moments and shared them well through your poem, Edwin. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis |
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