Volume 14 No. 1

Fall, 1999

Memory of Ethiopia
Selamawit Paulos

I remember the taste of “injera” in Ethiopia.
I remember the sound
Of students singing
In my school
In Ethiopia.
I remember the smell
Of the coffee
In my grand father’s farm
In Ethiopia.
I remember the taste
Of my aunt’s chicken stew
In Dembi Dollo Town
In Ethiopia.
I remember the sound
Of my uncle’s voice
When he advised me
In Dembi Dollo Town
Ethiopia.
I remember the sound
Of people’s voices
In the Markato market
Of Addis Ababa city.

 
I Remember
Meaza Balaker
I remember the beauty of the
Mountains, rivers, valley’s
The highlands and the lowlands
Of my country, Ethiopia.
I remember the ancient, independent country
Its old civilization
The Axum Oblisque,
The rock-hewn churches of Lalibela,
The Faciledes Castle of the 16th century
In my country, Ethiopia.
I remember the pride and generosity
Of Ethiopians,
Their patriotism, their resolve
To fight and win against the enemies
Of their beloved country, Ethiopia.I remember the various species of birds,
And Red Fox, Wallia Ibex, Neyalla that are found
Only in my beloved country, Ethiopia.
I remember the Nile, the longest river
In the world, the Wabe Sheble, the Omo,
The Baro, and other boundary rivers that spring
From Ethiopia, my beloved country.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Memory of Vietnam
Hung Nguyen
I remember the sweet name of my country Vietnam.
I remember the smell of mud when it rained.
I remember the sound of water dropping on tree leaves.
I also remember the weather of Vietnam, cool and warm.
I remember the smell of rice on the open fire in the morning.
I remember the sound of roosters waking people up in the morning.
I remember the smell and sound of the firecrackers on New Year's Day.
I remember the day I left my country.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remember
Kelvin Argueta
I remember the culture of dress
The people used when there was
A festival in my country, El Salvador.
I remember my friends in school
Playing and betting money
On soccer games in El Salvador.
I remember how the people
Were running from the bullets
Of the guerillas in El Salvador.
I remember the smell of the
Breezes when I was at the sea
Swimming with my friends
In El Salvador.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright Silver International 1999.