Manonton Dalan

Gold Star - 33,204 Points (virginia, usa)

Hands That Makes Them - Poem by Manonton Dalan

sounds of flute heard on mountainside
where eagle swoop on their hapless prey
put every-body's heart in one mold of day
while working on their fields for century
when tired chewing coca leaves and nuts
sun could be so fierce but they knows what

when darkness comes, rest is welcome
for others it's just beginning, roasting beans
to unique flavor from rocky soil and leaves
with dances, stories, drinks mixed with night
smiles happily clings to their heart's desires
and tomorrow belongs to you, coffee lovers


Comments about Hands That Makes Them by Manonton Dalan

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

[Report Error]