It wears not a big name
Nor the summit a high aim
It keeps not a forest for a hem
Still it beams without shame
Amidst ruin and neglect
Where life once bloomed
Among trees scattered and erect
Now gnarled and doomed
Alas at its base a story unfolds
Of a people who have lost a vision
Who see not what tomorrow holds
Failing to send for help by the pigeon
But it ignores the gloom below
Inviting you among many a boulder
Of different shapes and glow
Artfully hemmed away from the bother
[Written on 29 December 2002 in Blantyre after hiking Mikolongwe Hill located in Thyolo District, Malawi with a dear friend Mike Kadumbo]
Comments
Cathy
2002? Wow... your passion is blossoming... waiting for the day you will write a poem for Everest