Stories
Unbelievable tales
Through them all I walked
Searching through the swirling dust storms
Watched the dark of the moon on starry nights
And missed many days of beautiful smiles
Wasted the beauty of thought along the way
Moments of so much to savor
Moments of healthy worries
Now I can see the rainbow clearly
The sparkling waters of the ford around my ankles
I see the lush green mountain range beckoning yonder
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
7 September 2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yonder far away lies Canaan We trudge on with our burden We will never leave our canines To guide us past the bad den Full of political vampires cold Many atrocities done not told We carry on and on and on To THE HOUSE STONE on our own