Red dirt road to the village
river claims it eve’s storm
barely make it home
no light for feet or tires
prayer alone to guide us
if I wax poetic
I can look over my back
road over- run with soldiers
entire families gone
children walk through blood
red stain never removed
I can look forward
hope in future’s eyes
children studying hard
families sacrifice for school funds
Uganda’s tomorrow on the horizon
needing prayer to guide her
Today is the day that A to Zers will write about the letter “R.” Poetry allows for reflection. I hope as you read about the lives of determined children in Uganda that you will understand a bit more about the Acholi tribe that can trace themselves back to Noah.
Dance
penned in moon dust 
Your poetry is very powerful, Leslie. Thank you for sharing this, and the hope of the children with whom you work.
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Hi Leslie – that red road of Africa will now always have blood over it … desperate for so many … but forward we look – cheers Hilary
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I have read a lot about the conflicts in Africa, and especially about the fearful things people of faith encounter. This poem made me cry, knowing that it has been true for so many. You have some good compassions.
http://shirleyjdietz.com/2018/04/20/a-to-z-selling-our-house-letter-r
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Beautiful, evocative poetry. I’m going to read more and try to know about Acholi tribe.
Do stop by my #AtoZChallenge post for R and share your thoughts:
https://lonelycanopyblog.wordpress.com/2018/04/19/rainy-days-in-oceangreen-kannur/
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