Charles Jagongo

Freshman - 656 Points (1972 / Kenya, Africa)

Round The Trees We Run - Poem by Charles Jagongo

Wild flowers we pick
Butterflies, so colorful we chase
Not a thorn we fear would prick
Time in space not afraid to loose
For all is bare, and flower-juice we lick
You giggle, your cheek, my hand I place
Swallows, Gazelles, and Dick-dick
Marvell and stare, and make for glories
Grass, green and soft, a desire to pick
Tree leaves, they sway and dance
Round the trees we run, loose stumps I kick
My love, fruits we pick, heaven the place!

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  • (8/9/2012 6:44:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 9, 2012

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