Noisy Korea Now My Home


When I first came 
To South Korea in 1979
To do my Peace Corps duty
In a rural country town,

I thought that the old name
Of Korea
“the land of the morning calm”
Was absurd.

Korea was a noisy place
From early morning on.

Cars, horns, radio TV blaring
People talking to crowds everywhere
At night people drink and dine.

And loudspeakers
 Blasting you awake
At 6 a.m.

And during elections
Sound trucks everywhere. 

Now 45 years later
It is my home
No longer a noisy
Chaotic exotic place
Just home.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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