Grasshoppers Poem by mariechantal tuyisabe

I remember those surprising days
In which I used to be strongly amazed
The red, green grasshoppers-
Even un interested eye-droppers
Would not disregard for
They were bread and milk.

On each corner of the rickety town,
They erupted twice a year
As a cluster of yellow-bellied bees.
Like a throng of migrating birds,
They shamelessly made their beds
In corn fields and banana trees
Where the airy-everyday lacked no scented breeze

The high school students
Seized the winged-souls
Like sharp-eyed eagles.
And during school time,
They would skip,
And regardless those drenching rains,
They stayed planted in
The overgrown flowery grasses
Hunting slowly as not to frighten them
And allow them to turn a page to long trees

Toasted with care and love, they would be,
Like blue-balloons, Mouthes would be filled-up.
And people would say,
'Another day, an other year'