The Calabash Tree
Where is the calabash
That pours cold water
Over head and shoulders
Murmuring ancient prayers
To appease my unrest
I remember standing
Face to face one day
With a green calabash tree
In the outback of West Africa
Everything was strange
Poor beyond measure
But the missing link, to me
In my search for dignity
Was that lush big breasted tree
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You’re currently reading “The Calabash Tree,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
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- English Poetry, Poëzie Algemeen
Gladius Poeticus 
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