Kazakhstan
I think about kids in Kazakhstan
Siberia, Finland, Tajikistan
Of things that I can see and do
Things that those kids never can.
Cranking, crashing, curling, waves
Green and glassy gurgling waves
Pounding and pumping
Thumping and dumping
Hammering and hissing hollow caves
A monstrous rising swell
Throws barrels straight from hell
To bounce and duck and race
Screaming down the face
To win and ring that bell
And when the sea breeze dies
Surfers one by one
Raise their heads and shade their eyes
To watch a golden stairway climb
Up to the setting sun
But then I think of a different fate
To see a sparkling crystal tree
To slip and slide and glide and skate
Over an icy moonlit lake
Think how awesome that would be
Joanne Pummer
