The Sunset

It reminds of when i was young. We'd gone to visit my grandfather for the holidays. We would be walking back home from the river where we had been fishing. As the sun set you would hear the one sound i miss so much. the sound of doves crying.

The memories of the green msasa trees in the mountain, the small dust tracks we used, the small rural shop with its old stock smell. the cattle and the cattle dung smell, mazhanje and matamba, hute, the rural style of living where you know everyone. and of course the rural gardens and all their produce. I miss that place and those days. When i was so young and innocent and life was so simple.
gotsy gotsy
31-35
Jul 28, 2010