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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hunger And Thirst Of The Mountain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">on a Sunday of a hot summer<br>i went to the far mountain<br>where my father used to spend his <br>youth</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i was met by his followers of long ago<br>and they were telling me<br>stories as i waited for them to cook<br>the rice and fry the fish<br>that i brought for them</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">then we dined and i listened to their<br>conflicts about land<br>their problems about food, and water<br>their hunger and their thirst</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">some of their women offered their<br>ethnic dances with <br>the younger men</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the sounds of gongs reverberated<br>and echoed on the walls<br>of the mountains</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we drank native wine until the light<br>of the day faded<br>until the stars arrived and the moon<br>reigned and floated in the nearby <br>silvery river</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">there were more stories about my father<br>his love and his wife<br>my mother and some of my other brothers<br>and sisters</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we became one people<br>and then we were so tired<br>we slept and then we had common dreams</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=494456" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i am their new leader now<br>and they are as always my father's people</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a></strong></div>

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