Life In Our Village (Poem)

In our village when it is springtime

It is our moment of great sublime 

Fathers go to the farm early in the morning

Music of mortars and pistils ring in the morning.

Young boys ride bicycles to school

Young girls nurse the younger siblings

While mothers joins fathers in the farm

Every young man possesses a farm tool

We joyfully join the culture of plantings.

After school, boys went to rear the cattle

And there we hunt idiots, rabbits, and rats

We roast, and eat, and drink from the brooks

We eat guavas, and enjoy the sugarcane 

And we play in the drizzle of the rain.

In the village square men play whott and ludo 

Some play draught, can't you hear their shouts?

Pipers play and sing the ancient songs 

Others dance to the music of the pipe

While old men sit under the trees.

 

In evening fathers meet to drink and eat

While mothers retire to the huts 

The girls usually sing and dance 

While the boys mostly plays hide and sick

But the old ones tell the young ancient stories.

24-04-2023