The
beauty of this land,
goes much
deeper than the view.
It
flourishes among the palms and rice,
providing
simple clues.
It's
contentment, peace and understanding,
all the
while crickets sing.
The
rhythmic monks soulful chanting,
Are the
memories which remain.
Two homes
were built by strangers,
Whom
quickly became friends.
As the
height of walls grew higher
There
were smiles without end.
In time
build sites were ringing
With
laughter and funny pranks.
All the
while, a dream in the making,
With many
reasons to give thanks.
The
houses are now completed,
And in
time will become homes.
Filled
with laughter and love through generations,
Which
shall never stand alone.
We all
had our own personal reasons,
a calling
some may say,
The land
"of the smile" has given me more,
Than I
ever could hope to repay.
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| Laura with a very happy mother and child |
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