Remote Fishing Village Poem by Manonton Dalan

Remote Fishing Village



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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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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