Summit Of Drying Breath Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Summer was here, the day of the snailing school boy
On the shoulder with such poles and GPS tool box
In aslow space, he jet passed near the baseless summit
As if herd of bulls, he hoofed up the heel surturating
Four great strengths but with one escorter's lace
The tour guider of that day afternoon race
While the wind swifly spoke in all angles
The grey day leading on a silent blades rangles
He was the talk of the town heading up like a leader band
So at once he nodded on the pull of the land
He crossed the river empty between on top next was the one
The great searchers of national trig pillar lines
Where they wanted to seal their GPS receiving station
But that hill, he gave much respect and knocked upon loops
Because his air breath lapsed, and lapsed of oops
He fell down, just close the pillar door way
And saw the entire horse race passing by in prairie bay
To the west the sun glared red near the district council
And to the east stood ablue cloth pencil
In the middle was an evergreen eye angel
Wrapped with his best cry of breath tam-tam tassel
He slept afew minutes and knock off again
He rose from the mighty of his stomach grain
And receive a final call while on the pillar case
The pillar remained twice darken meal verse
That day he grabbed so hard and larger his finger nailed
On the hill summit they started the journey on rail
After dismantling the radio station basement
The musterpiece of that day play movement
That was adarken sky, the school boy went down
And dropped down non reversable mail till dawn