The Land of Awe
At first we seemed to slope
Low and low, I thought we could drop
Then snaking through the hills, we
rose
And I imagined the valleys could close
Yes! This was the land of awe
I peered through the windows and
saw
The hills resembled a big cat’s raised
paw
Indeed they made the terrains afar a
desire
For mine eyes couldn’t stop but
admire
Yes! This was the land of awe
The plantains darted everywhere in
joy
Dancing beneath seemed the
cassava’s ploy
Were they seeing the glint in my
eyes?
Their response was such a dice!
Yes! This was the land of awe
Then palm trees in rows as folds in a
foil
I could smell the richness of the soil
And left to dreamily savor its oil
Pondering on the folk’s toil and moil
Yes! This was the land of awe
As the city drew nigh
Mine being lit with a sigh
At the thought of meeting with the
women and men
That walked majestically along the
streets and down the lane
For indeed, this was the land of awe!
(A Trip to Bujumbura, Burundi)
Copyright © Lydia Jerotich | Year Posted 2015
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