I left my home of first-world bliss For lands that smell of trash and piss A sheltered girl, a Georgia peach I've bravely come to learn and teach Now streaks of chalk adorn my arms And thirsty eyes drink up my face I teach the children of the farms Forgotten by the human race I wander past their terraced slopes Their crumbling homes of brick and wood I love these kids, their noble hopes I'd grant their wishes if I could Though meals are rice and showers cold I'll feel great joy when I recall The days I lived to help and hold Newari children of Nepal -SR |