tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314734858125152142.post2017816207583724906..comments2023-03-25T08:27:55.024-07:00Comments on Bruce Louis Dodson: Postcard From RioBruce Louis Dodsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04571086044249083179noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314734858125152142.post-81927812129735016062011-05-10T10:56:33.135-07:002011-05-10T10:56:33.135-07:00Your poem transported me directly into the scene. ...Your poem transported me directly into the scene. Thank you.Colleen Friesenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09345345991263509502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314734858125152142.post-527067348554079952011-05-04T13:03:36.970-07:002011-05-04T13:03:36.970-07:00This poem reminds me (a bit) of my visit to Ethiop...This poem reminds me (a bit) of my visit to Ethiopia...there were beggars in the streets but very little refuse or garbage. Anything of use was captured and kept - eaten, used, sold. Gum was sold by the piece and bottles were used again and again and again. An acquaintance (working in the country of Chad) sd that nation was so poor that they didn't have beggars as tyhere was...nothing to get from begging. If anyone had anything extra, it wasn't given to something else. We are at the plush end of civilization and it is always jarring to remember the folks at the other end of the curve. Thank you for the poem.Gramma Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07968814017825003754noreply@blogger.com