hollow call from conch
answered by drums atop
a hill no smoke but sail
they came running down
from huts, fields, trees
to succesful hunt from sea
bonfire burning, people dancing
mothers cooking, ladies singing
a big feast for heroes welcome
enough dried fish for rainy days
marriage ceremonies will follow
from arrange couples long ago
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