HOME.. A Poem By Alhassan Albin Korem Jacob

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From the tear stained glass i see it 

there where the mountains meet 

the valley where angels eat 

here no flowers blossom 

but the sun shines

the trees smile 

and after another mile 

i will see no more pines 

the cowherds return with weary feet

in puerile glee the children flee from the cows 

penniless men sit under trees 

the trees gossip and wink 

for the men tell the same stories 

another mile and its just lanterns i see 

the smoke slowly rises and feeds us with its smell

old women snarl and dogs crouch in fear 

sweat slowly trickles down complaining pestles 

that attack mortars in noisy bliss

 and then the baobab trees,the acacia and cotton 

home at last 

Gurugu

here where heroes sleep 

widows don't weep 

for it is a little gem in a little country.  
Alhassan Albinkorem Jacob