My Neighbourhood - Poem by Samuel Kegwaro
As darkness gives way for the sun,
Smoke pillows from huts,
Women carrying water pots,
Children running to school,
Men rushing to farms with hoes,
Shops opening for business,
It is morning in my neighbourhood.
Sweet aroma from houses,
Children going for lunch,
Cows rushing to quench their thirst,
Dusty men with hoes and rolled sleeves,
Women with firewood on their backs,
It is lunch time in my neighbourhood.
Birds singing sweet ballads,
Their sonority echoing through the forest,
School children pelting each other with sand,
With packbacks dangling from their backs,
On their way home from school,
Cow boys with long sticks,
Lashing at cows to form a single file as they head home,
And darkness engulfs the universe,
It is evening in my neighbourhood.
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