The Rocks Are Warm With Life

Another poem about my time in Tanzania.

The rocks are warm with life

There seems so little strife

Though the folk are so poor

They never beg for more

They just live on a song

Praising God all day long

Hope you enjoy, Please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

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