THE MOTHERLAND

I told you earlier about living  in Ghana for 5 years and these are some of the memories that came back to the states with me. I believe that traveling around the world is Mother Natures greatest sporting arena. I call this little piece “The Motherland”. Take from it what you need and the things you have yet to find seek within yourself. Because what you frown upon, might be another man’s pleasure.

THE MOTHERLAND

I remember

The freedom enjoyed

Before we boarded their ships

And how our native tongue

Flowed in the breeze

From a young virgin lips.

It’s a melody

Long lost

And separated by years

But the echoes

From the past

Still resonate in my ears.

Can you imagine

A place

Where no chore was in vein?

Or making time

For your brother

Wasn’t an object of shame?

An incredible land

With golden pastures

Shape shifting with ease,

As the fragrance

For Mother Nature

Sprays her essence on leaves.

Open plains

To a jungle

Which appear savage are tamed

And everybody

In the village

Seemed to know me by name.

I remember the drums

That our

Ancestors played,

And how the heat

From the sun

Made us long for the shade.

There kids

Played in fields

Unencumbered by streets

They found

Refuge in knowing

What their elders had to teach.

Man, I remember

The old songs

That brought tears to my eyes

And that the courage

Of a man gave him the strength

To want to cry

I am overcome

By waves of nostalgia

Ankle deep in sand

Every time I reflect

On the pleasant memories

That take me back to the Motherland.