Through western eyes Invisible women, invisible work Bearded, sun-reddened skin, The aid worker welcomed us With apologetic grin, As he said:" I'm afraid there's nobody here today," In the compounds, the women Were pounding grain, Spreading the coffee...

poem These are some short poems speak about the tree and our earth: I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. A tree that in the summer wears A nest of robins in its hair I think that I shall never see A billboard as lovely as a tree....