Below is the poem entitled My First Travel which was written by poet
Nforche. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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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.