Home the Countryside Effect
Whenever us city folks say that were going home
it means a cross country tour over hills and valleys
rivers and large expanse of forests and farmed land
its stopping en-route to buy rice from a farmers mills
conversing with my sisters over how the countryside
has changed since our last visit.. lastly arriving home
and then its handshakes and warm hugs as we meet
our beloved parents, soon a goat is quickly slaughtered
and then its feasting as we enjoy the blessings of family
bathed under the love of our parents.. home sweet home
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2015
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