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I walked a narrow path making footprints in the sand
near the fabled river known by most as Rio Grande.
Strewn about were Wal Mart bags, clothing on some brush
telling of a swimmer who left there in a rush.
What drives someone to leave his land and gain the other side
only to be caught again and taken for that ride
back across the river, back to try again?
Anything to get across to another land.
Terrorist or trafficker? Worker on a farm?
Is his purpose honorable or cause for great alarm?
We have no way of knowing, but the game goes on.
Clever ones find out the tricks and they are quickly gone.
Gentle birds from Mexico cross there every day
Bringing colors in the sky of yellow, green, or grey.
We welcome them and spread the word when ever they appear,
but "birds" of a much larger kin we seem to have some fear.
What would I do if over there? To you it may sound funny,
but probably I'd seek to find the "land of milk and honey".
Seeking freedom, hope, and dreams resides in every man,
so they continue every night to swim the Rio Grande.
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