The Price of One Dolla, Alison DeRooy

A poem inspired by the floating village:

Beautiful, little Cambodian country

Trash adorns trees like Christmas ornaments

Joyful children play games in buckets

The Sun shines on and on and on

Two brothers argue and hit each other

Awkward tourists gape, stare, and snap photos

It’s all for one dolla, all of it

For you it becomes a memory

Yet the brightly colored house boats

Float on and on and on

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One thought on “The Price of One Dolla, Alison DeRooy

  1. Luke 15:8-10
    “Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins [dolla’s?] and loses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

    I am so thankful that each of our lives (American, Cambodian, or from any nation on the earth) are worth more than ‘one dolla’ to our Heavenly Father and that he paid far more than that for us!

    Beautiful poem Alison!

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