Friday, September 15, 2017

Missing Our Jungle Mom~





Our Jungle Mom Rita, the blogging wife of a Baptist Missionary in Paraguay, 
once was a regular commenter on this bloggie of mine. I miss her so, have searched the Internet for her, with no results~

She's disappeared while in Paraguay.  Apparently.



Her last blog post/poem was on March 15, 2014, and was as sunny and positive as ever, for her:

IT READ:

Sitting in a dugout,
Gliding down a river,
Looking upwards to the blue sky,
White, wispy clouds breezing by,
Tall jungle trees,
Pointing high!

Close my eyes,
Feel the tropical sun upon my skin,
Humidity in the air, cool water against my hand,
Dangling fingers swim in the green, brown river,
A soft mist sprays upon my brow,
Cooling water!

The jungle permeates,
Earthy, damp and musty,
A thousand years old!
The smell of a storm coming this way,
Sweet, sour, a bit of decay,
Jungle smells!

Listen! Listen!
What do you hear?
The cry of a majestic macaw,
The wind moves the leaves of the palms,
The water gurgles as it ripples,
Quiet sounds!

The sights of home,
The feel of home,
Familiar smells,
The sounds that call me home,
I hear the beckoning and I long to return,
Winding river, take me home!

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