What can I say very moving and certainly true not just for those in America
but elsewhere in the world.
Bye 4 now Hela.
>Subject: [Kresy-Siberia] POEM FOR MAY 3.....
>Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 06:22:44 EDT
>Dzien Dobry Group,
>I received the following e-mail from Poet John Guzlowski in Illinois.
>John was a guest reader at the showing of A Forgotten Odyssey
>last June in Washington along with Jagna.
>I've been working on this poem for a while hoping to get it done before May
>3rd but I don't think I can finish it by then so I am sending it off as it
>The poem remembers my dad and the other old Poles who lived around Humboldt
>Park in Chicago remembering the Poland they lost.
>They'll never see it again, these old Poles
>with their dreams of Poland. My father
>told me when I was a boy that those who tried
>in '45 were turned back at the borders
>by shoeless Russians dressed in rags and riding
>shaggy ponies. The Poles fled through the woods,
>the unlucky ones left behind, dead
>or what's worse wounded, the lucky ones
>gone back to wait in the old barracks
>in the concentration and labor camps
>in Gatersleben or Wildflecken
>for some miracle that would return them
>to Poznan or Katowice. But God
>wasn't listening or His hands were busy
>somewhere else. Later, in America
>these Poles gathered with their brothers
>and with their precious sons and daughters
>every May 3, Polish Constitution Day,
>to pray for the flag. There was no question
>what the colors stood for, red for all
>that bleeding sorrow, white for innocence.
>And always the old songs telling the world
>Poland would never fall so long as poppies
>flower red, and flesh can conquer rock or steel.
>Eastern Illinois University
>Charleston, IL. 61920
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