I grew up in a land where the hills were endless
The sky was blue
Near to a very quaint town
Mbabane
I've never been anywhere like it
The people were friendly
And the grass grew green
We used to do lots of walking
To waterfalls and down the trickling streams
Up to bald rock, even though it was a bit of a trek!
The seasons were noticable
And so were the storms
I grew up proud
I grew up feeling the grass beneath my feet
To feel the warmth coating my body
Brown and happy
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BusyB (
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Comments5
Good for you - I don't know why you left.
Don't worry - I'm a notorious party pooper; but much poetry, for me, could do with a little less romance and a little more realism.
Nostalgic about your land have you left it. Your poem retains the essence of your land
How nice of you to take us there! I can feel the freedom!
Yes Neil!!
Fine words BusyB, may that warmth be forever with you.
Andy
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