Tuesday, 17 April 2012

As I Travel Here

Photo Credit: flickr
As I travel here,
My feet will grow weary sometimes

As I travel here,
My head will be stuffed sometimes

As I travel here,
The incessant drone will fill my ears

I remain a pilgrim.

I have been to this road before,
My ancestors shook this dust before

They looked up to the Sun,
“Kong’asis”, they named the East

Their feet was bruised by rocks,
Yet they climbed treacherous hills and mountains

There is music in my ears,
There is fresh air filling my lungs

As I travel here,
I see distant homesteads beyond the hills

I will set forth
I will tighten my akala shoes

As I travel here,
I know the destination

As I travel here,
My heart is full of joy of this sojourn

Poem shared with Real Toads.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Salem, this is so incredibly beautiful. I love your Pilgrim poems so much (I see a Book!) So nice to see you posting at Real Toads. Yay!I love the way you describe yourself walking the road, and then remember those who walked it before. Love your closing line so much! Koko

Margaret said...

Walking in the ancestors foot prints... nice.

De said...

This is beautiful. I love "I remain a pilgrim."

The Unknowngnome said...

Pilgrims all...such is our "Pilgrim's Progress". Your joy gives me dance, your words sing the tune.

echoesofthehills said...

Finally, Koko!

And I am at Real Toads at last.

I am excited.

echoesofthehills said...

You are most welcome, Margaret, for setting foot on these sacred hills. Enjoy your pilgrimage around.

echoesofthehills said...

De, welcome to these hills.


echoesofthehills said...

Thanks a lot, TUG.

Your inspire me a lot. :)

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