Journey Down The Mekong

Sleepy towns divided by a stone's throw

Speaking different languages within hearing distance

And always the river's lullaby

Its sweetly caressing song:


"your differences are arbitrary

if only you would know

and like my distant tributaries

you form the same great flow"


Two days we drifted languidly

Past elephant and buffalo

And children playing free



As we

Schooled daily

In flowing


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