Blog by Amanda.
Here is a poem written by my own Seth Charles about our trip
Malaysia, Malaysia,
At the bottom of Souteast Asia.
A land so magical it rivals Anastasia
With tropical climates
and the bluest of seas
many soujernors come
usually carried on the breeze
In the hustle and bustle
of Kuala Lumpur
are many new enticements
and tourist trinkets galore.
But don't let these fool you,
for the real treasure oft missed
lies in the many unique people
don't forget this I insist
So in your many travels
if perchance you get the choice
take the road less traveled
and there you'll here the voice
Of some malaysian native
who lives a life so different than ours.
This is the magic of travel
to know we're under the same stars.
To finally feel how big the world is,
and how truly small we are.
And that people are just like you and me.
Whether here at home or afar.
At the bottom of Souteast Asia.
A land so magical it rivals Anastasia
With tropical climates
and the bluest of seas
many soujernors come
usually carried on the breeze
In the hustle and bustle
of Kuala Lumpur
are many new enticements
and tourist trinkets galore.
But don't let these fool you,
for the real treasure oft missed
lies in the many unique people
don't forget this I insist
So in your many travels
if perchance you get the choice
take the road less traveled
and there you'll here the voice
Of some malaysian native
who lives a life so different than ours.
This is the magic of travel
to know we're under the same stars.
To finally feel how big the world is,
and how truly small we are.
And that people are just like you and me.
Whether here at home or afar.


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