Ant Hill #Uganda #poetry



 hand tickles the clouds

toes clutch creases of dirt

ants raise their heads confused

how did that ant get so big?

children play hide n seek

*mono peeks around the building

footballs rush over high grass

older boys chase fun

village women pump water

Pawell never sits still

 

* mono = white person

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Ant Hill #Uganda #poetry

  1. Hi Truedessa – beautiful poem relative to the ants and their amazing structures … a littlie certainly would touch the sky from one of those … kids will play, women will domesticate the necessities … people will watch over … lovely writing – cheers Hilary

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