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Calling

Scenery caught from a distance,

palm trees all around.

People working up in the cliffs, only seen at night.

An old fountain erect in the yard,

withered with age.

Clouds move overhead,

in grabbing distance.

Towns scattered like ants below,

cars barely noticeable.

Unlearned language spoken

Jim Myers, Toledo Ohio

- written in memory of a missions trip -