A couple poems from my pandemic years alone on a mountain in Nicaragua.
As soon as my health allows. Sadly, Nicaragua doesn't have health care that measures up.
Makes me homesick. But I will be back. Central America calls me. I miss the freedom.
Don't postpone. Tomorrow may not come. It does have more freedom but with its own responsibilities too.
As soon as my health allows. Sadly, Nicaragua doesn't have health care that measures up.
Makes me homesick. But I will be back. Central America calls me. I miss the freedom.
Don't postpone. Tomorrow may not come. It does have more freedom but with its own responsibilities too.