By Don Ray Williams
January 24, 2006
It is 85 degrees, and I’m in the shade.
There is not a cloud in the sky, for this heat to degrade.
The streets are packed with people rushing here and there,
And not a one of them of this heat is aware.
The sounds of the traffic flow through the air,
A car siren, some horns, I hear them quite clear.
It is the sounds of the city only a visitor can hear,
But for those that live here, of these sounds, they are never aware.
As I look across my view of the city,
I see trees quite varied, furs, palms, others, quite green and quite pretty.
I see high rises, low rises, some new and some old,
I bet each has a story that craves to be told.
I see boys at the street corner, with rags and water,
Hoping to wash a car’s windows, for maybe a quarter.
I see another with newspapers under his arm,
Yelling out what is printed about what’s going on.
I am always amazed at the things that I see,
While Panama is a city and country with much history,
It is more than a canal that bridges two oceans.
It is a mingling of cultures that stirs one’s emotions.
It is a country with people, most friendly and kind,
Who will give you a smile and the shirt of their back, and yet not have a dime.
They will offer you a bed and sleep on the floor.
People like this, you rarely see anymore.
I, for one, consider myself very fortunate,
To be in Panama and to be a part of it.
If you have a chance to come, even just for a visit,
Someday you’ll look back and be glad you didn’t miss it.