“Poetry is the food of love. A fine strong love it may Be. But if it
is only a vague inclination I’m convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead.”
-Pride and Prejudice.
That doesn’t really apply to anything here, thats just my favorite movie/book of all time and I wanted you people to hear it.
I wrote a poem/rambling on about the river where I live this month. Read it. Or else.
The Song of the Zambezi River
Water tumbles over the rocks like a hundred whispered promises,
while God drags his hands through the reeds on the waters edge lazily,
the way a child does on a slow summer day in the fields.
The wind runs through the trees tickling the leaves,
one by one,
their soft laughter echoing in reply.
The hippos sound off as a fog horn bellowing in warning,
their ears flipping the water away like the flap of the cranes’ wings.
The crocodile floats by glinting on the water
as dangerous as a weapon of war,
wearing a sinister smile in anticipation of his prey.
The sun shines on the water,
liquid gold tumbling down in soft waves from the heavens.
Peace floats by on the breeze like a dandelion blown for the hope in it’s wish.
This has been poetry time with Mary.
PS. HOW GOOD IS GOD!
As some of you have heard, IM FULLY FUNDED!! Thank you so much for all of your generous donations. Please continue to pray for me and my squad as we continue on our journey.
Luitumezi (thank you)
