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Poetry
Trees in an Arab Village
Tree stumps: blown full, mature,
languished in heat or disease,
or young, irrepressible, about to explode,
tempered by environment
or ancestral deference?
Around you square houses grow
and people move in curved lines
but never leave you alone.
Grow, rise and be yourself,
Fly…do not be afraid
to challenge the sky and the sun,
to be far from your roots,
to leave homes and people behind.
As seen from the train from Tangier to Fès