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My First Travel

The grassy Landscape pass in a blur
Like the hurrying wind from the shore-
And as i watch through misty windows
While the bus labour away through the meadows-

I hear that cry again-
I hear it like the rain:
The PIM PIM of the bus
As it negotiates the curve's cross.

The wind hisses in through window ajar,
The cold blown in from fields afar
And yet as I shiver from the cold
I grin like one happy soul-

I am the traveller, a thrilled one
Through the mountain's pass and land-
The bus groaning away with me
Bound for Yaoundé, the University.

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Karl Nkecha Safindah Date: 6/1/2013 9:56:00 AM Ah! The feeling of leaving home for fields unknown. Love the innocence in the poem. Login to Reply

Carol Sunshine Brown Date: 8/1/2012 8:53:00 PM A pleasure to read your poetry this evening Gerald. I am happy I was able to read some poetry tonight and so glad yours was among the poems I am reading. Love, Carol Login to Reply NGT NGT Date: 9/1/2012 7:23:00 AM THANK YOU MA'AM

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 8/1/2012 3:47:00 AM Very good trip and well written Gerald - oxox Anne-Lise :) Login to Reply NGT NGT Date: 8/1/2012 5:29:00 AM THANK YOU VERY MUCH/ ACCEPT THE WARMTH