Odyssey From Africa 15c
Odyssey from Africa 15c (Southland, continued...)
Being rich in skill and talent
He soon gained the feel and measure
Of the boomerang’s employment
Sent it arching near the treetops
Then returning where it started
As the king looked on, admiring
“I will surely take this wing-form
On our journey to the Southland”
Han prepared to give the king the
Boomerang, but he refused it
Saying that instead his scholars
Would inspect and test the object
So that they themselves could make it
Learn the method of its forming
“Now” King Ptolemy continued
“Let me take you to my shipyard”
Han and Kwona and the children
Then were guided by the monarch
And his retinue of warriors
Out beyond the palace gardens
Through the streets of Cannabarro
Where they crossed a crowded market
Thronged by farmers and by merchants
Loudly calling out for business
“Get some charcoal for your barbie!”
“Finest jars of amber nectar!”
“Come and get your liquor quicker
From the fellas at the cellars!”
And on Han and all his family
This all made a great impression
They had never seen a market
Of such size and such aggression
In promotion of the produce
Or such wonderful assortment
Of the items being traded
There were clothing and utensils
Myriad in form and purpose
Fruits and vegetables and fishes
Flesh and bone and living creatures
Dogs for working or for leisure
But the King still led them onwards
Trying to avoid distraction
Past impressive streets and houses
Walking downhill to the sea front
Soon they walked on open grassland
At the margin of the city
Where some menfolk were engaging
In a sporting recreation
Running up and down the meadow
Throwing back and forth an object
Like a coconut in profile
Calling out with shouts and laughter
Kwona and her daughter Lisa
Were transfixed in their attention
At the clothes these men were wearing
At their short close-fitting trousers
Moving on, the royal party
Reached at last a busy quayside
There were ships of all descriptions
Fishing boats and trading barges
Being loaded and unloaded
By assorted groups of workers
They continued swiftly onward
Till they reached the Royal Dockyard
That was closed to private vessels
And to fishermen and traders
Ringed by fences and a gateway
Through which now they made their entrance
And at once they saw the vessel
Saw the ship the king was building
In its size by far the largest
Han had seen in all the kingdom
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Copyright © Phil Salmon | Year Posted 2018
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