These days I dream of America and they offered me the green card. <br />I visited to my far relatives who were living there. <br />Some are in California and the rest in Massachusetts. <br />They showed me the hospitality but in doubts. <br />I feel that they might think I'll be a burden for them. <br />Never mind I said good bye <br />And searched for my scattered unseen friends. <br />I am totally tired and frustrated. <br />I heard the statue of Liberty is whispering something. <br />'Why don't you visit our ancestors? ' <br />I left for Red indian Reservoirs <br />And they guided me to Geronimo's tomb and some Apaches. <br />We talked each other many things like old familiar friends <br />And when I woke up I found a red feather on my pillow. <br />Sing Song my beloved wife brought me the bed tea.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-horn/
