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THE SHADOW OF THE PAST
Now when I travel to my past
With my fresh mind
I remember vividly:
Fine evenings
An old man on his three-legged stool
With infinite stories
That trapped band of children
to his homestead.
I remember the only river
Boys and girls running
Shouting and singing
With their containers to fetch water
How will I ever forget this?
Images will still haunt me.
I remember every morning
During harvest seasons
Everyone in the field
of maize and so
The figure of the field will ever return.
I remember the field
That we grazed cattle
When we saw large band of cattle egrets
We believed they were good shepherds
Forever I will live to remember.
© It's Elsy.
With my fresh mind
I remember vividly:
Fine evenings
An old man on his three-legged stool
With infinite stories
That trapped band of children
to his homestead.
I remember the only river
Boys and girls running
Shouting and singing
With their containers to fetch water
How will I ever forget this?
Images will still haunt me.
I remember every morning
During harvest seasons
Everyone in the field
of maize and so
The figure of the field will ever return.
I remember the field
That we grazed cattle
When we saw large band of cattle egrets
We believed they were good shepherds
Forever I will live to remember.
© It's Elsy.
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