NGT NGT Poet Didactic

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 June 1, 2013 at 9:56 AM Ah! The feeling of leaving home for fields unknown. Love the innocence in the poem.

Carol Sunshine Brown August 1, 2012 at 8:53 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 NGT NGT September 1, 2012 at 7:23 AM THANK YOU MA'AM

Anne-Lise Andresen August 1, 2012 at 3:47 AM Very good trip and well written Gerald - oxox Anne-Lise :) NGT NGT August 1, 2012 at 5:29 AM THANK YOU VERY MUCH/ ACCEPT THE WARMTH