Ode to Cambodia; or, The Countryside by Bus

Category: Cambodia

Splen­did green

Lush crops surround

Thin wooden stilt homes

Ox carts tread

Deep pools of cin­na­mon col­ored rain water

Leafy lit­tle vil­lage shops sell all things

As the day breaks open

Chil­dren float in rice pad­dies water squirt­ing from their teeth

And cows scrubbed with giant lily pads

Lowly dogs with ribs pro­trud­ing meander

Every­where blue and red signs read Cam­bo­dia People’s Party

The peo­ple

are in the fields the water under a tree fix­ing a thatched roof in a ham­mock along the road around a bend hold­ing a child

Oct 7, 2009 by Chan
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  1. Scott Skip­worth writes:
    October 30th, 2009 at 9:51 am

    I love this Ode. I have won­der­ful mem­o­ries of Cam­bo­dia and this ode puts me back there. Espe­cially the fields, thatched roof farm houses, and lush crops. Not to men­tion the incred­i­ble tem­ple ruins. I enjoyed meet­ing the Cambodians.

  2. Muriel writes:
    June 14th, 2010 at 1:35 pm

    I do love the ode. It is very descrip­tive of a coun­try with much beauty and nat­u­ral­ness. The unfor­tu­nate events depicted about those awful years are astark reminder of man’s inhu­man­ity to man. Your doc­u­men­ta­tion was great!

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