L Milton Hankins Poet Kwansaba

Tanzanian Festival

In the bush the dancing begins early 
     Leather drums call from far and near. 
          Steady rhythms mark timed steps, and 
               Swahili is proudly spoken here; come 
          Join festive reveler from the village, 
     Flee to the running brook you see 
Asante for being here...for being alive!


Listed #51 in Top 100 Poems
on Poetry Soup
March 23, 2021
Listed #61 in Top 100 Poems
on Poetry Soup
March 7, 2021

HONORABLE MENTION
Poetry Contest - All Poetry
sponsored by Kwame Cunningham
July 26, 2021

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Marcela Proust March 5, 2021 at 3:13 PM Jambo!!! Another brilliant poem in words, but it also has shape and form; reminding me of a Maasai spear head. I never made it to Tanzania, but was in Kenya where the Swahili flows as freely as this poem. Thank you. Marcela Proust March 5, 2021 at 6:55 PM As I said, I was in Kenya. I wanted to cross the Tanzanian border to possibly see the mountain gorillas, but visa restrictions etc... Local governmental over loading. L Milton Hankins March 5, 2021 at 4:24 PM Jambo to you! Thanks, again. Ah, I hope someday to return to that land. I was in Tanzania twice. A beautiful, but challenging country.

Linda Alice Fowler March 2, 2021 at 6:49 AM Terrific imagery Milt. I feel I'm dancing along. :) Linda L Milton Hankins March 2, 2021 at 8:41 AM Linda, thanks. I have some very fond memories of days in Tanzania, particularly the singing and dancing.