Three thoughts on this one. First, it is sad to hear that what started out as a lovely morning stroll provoked such a sense of sadness (see Kat’s comments as you scroll down). Second, those of us who live in the developing world are many times fortunate. We may not have all the conveniences of developed societies but I like my weekly visits to my nearby home village. The word “pristine” fits well as a description of my “desa.”. This is a bit of an alert to the “developing” world. Take it slow. Third, an alert (and a question) to my English as a Foreign Language students: Why is the last line of this poem so clever? There is more than one answer and I look forward to a discussion.
Land-Locked, City Dweller’s Lament
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