he moves the earth under his feet.

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he moves the earth under his feet.

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he moves the earth under his feet.

Poem by: rustyfootprints88

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Genre: Poetry

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wealth comes in many forms.

Summary

wealth comes in many forms.

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Submitted: July 19, 2009

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Submitted: July 19, 2009

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he moves the earth under his feet
then he looks up and he say's to me
for fifty thousand years
my people have walked this earth
and in two hundred years
we have almost lost our worth
white man came and spoke out loud
the importance to him
is how much wealth
we don't have new homes or fancy cars
no designer clothes or crumbs in jars
but what he did have he shared with me
as he points to the sky
and moves the earth beneath his feet
wealth comes in many ways
he lives in the bronx
where sstray dogs play
the shine in his eyes inspired me
the colour of my skin
he did not see
we met one morning down by the sea
and just like that he welcolmed me
he asked me where i lived
as i pointed up to my tent
on the top of the cliff
he said you can not stay there
come stay at my house
we have the room to spare
when i got to his home
i was very over whelmend
there where wrecked cars and rubbish
and broken glass over the ground
when he said he lived in the bronx
he was telling the truth
that was what was this was
his people came and his people went
i showed them nothing except my full respect
i was shown and told things
that have helped me understand
that wealth comes in many ways
and all colours of the skin
i did let him know that i have no culture
not like him he sat and he listened
i said to him people ask me where i'm from
as there is no place i truly belong
but if i was asian indian or black
people wouldn't have to ask me that
and then that's when he proved to me
while he pointed to the sky
and moved the ground beneath his feet
that it does not matter what colour or creed
we are all somewhere in between
we are now close friends for the rest of our lives
he opened his home and shared with me his time
i still don't have any dollars and not much cents
but i have returned a much wealthier man
than when i went
as he looks to the sky
and moves the earth beneath his feet
a man who appears to to have nothing
shared his world with me .phill and abba kelly broome australia .
By briAnRcosTer.


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