People Of India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking quickly down dirt paths alone, wanting to be away from
everyone, not knowing exactly where I was going, enjoying the
scenery and landscape totally.

Meeting strangers along the way who couldn't speak English,
yet they were pleasant, smiling and making gestures, welcoming
me to their country.

People of India have a very special place in my heart, they are
open, honest, truthful, trusting and I respond to them in return
for they are the type of people I prefer as friends.

Walking on alone, finding a wall up ahead, sitting down to listen
to C.D.'s, writing poetry, not wanting to go back to my friend's
house just yet, enjoying the peaceful countryside for now.

Suddenly looking up, seeing my friend walking up the pathway, look-
ing for me, smiling I said Hi and he asked me what I've been doing,
I tell him everything and he laughed joyfully.

Then saying he was worried about me; he's such a gentleman making
me feel loved and protected, a perfect companion in this life, we
feel the same towards one another.