The Plains Part 1
The climb was gentle
As the rose
Caressed by the bee.
The blue hills
From whence come these waters
Range on either side of us
Guarding the ancient secrets
Of the vast plains
Touching this lake here
And those far away
To the right and south.
How the plains love each other!
Whether rich with grass
Or richer with wheat
They gently merge into each other
And lose their greyness
To the hills further away
Than the eye can see.
Those that love not the plains
Have no love of their own!
Each plain with a cloud of its own
Sailing by and shading the plain
From the harshness of the sun
And occasionally floating away
Into the hills beyond
To return charged with rain.
The plains are pregnant with memory:
They will tell you of invasions
From beyond the hills
Via the pass to your right
Where the iron snake
Made its lasting appearance;
They will tell you
How, long ago,
The invaders stood stunned
As the earth heaved
And the plains sunk
To beyond a spear throw.
The plains thanked their god
And flourished with growth.
They spread endless
And sealed a vow
To share the shores of the lakes.
In later years the plains
Summoned subterranean force
And Mt Longonot stood guard
Should the invaders return.
These things we saw
As we descended into lovely grassland
Where cows are in calf
All the year round
And milk never wanting.
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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