leroy mcleod

The Cottage

Along the dusty road, the country side, rivers and pond, coarking sounds and lizards stand, crickets sing, their merry tunes, as if summer is near
Along johncrow mountain, men toil in the sun, backs up, heads down.
down in the valley, streams of water runs.
Look in younder distance, where the sky touch the clouds.
rain bow stretch, with its pot of goal, and you wonder why.
back on the mountain, lucious vegetation, ten she goats,
and not a man.
Sunset, its home bound, back to the cottage,

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