Green Horn

These days I dream of America and they offered me the green card. I visited to my far relatives who were living there. Some are in California and the rest in Massachusetts. They showed me the hospitality but in doubts. I feel that they might think I'll be a burden for them. Never mind I said good bye And searched for my scattered unseen friends. I am totally tired and frustrated. I heard the statue of Liberty is whispering something. 'Why don't you visit our ancestors? ' I left for Red indian Reservoirs And they guided me to Geronimo's tomb and some Apaches. We talked each other many things like old familiar friends And when I woke up I found a red feather on my pillow. Sing Song my beloved wife brought me the bed tea.