From the
white tent to the far mountains we stared
As beauty
in her eyes sparkled in the warm orange flare
“Wow, happy
time” with smiles on our faces we declared
On the
table stood two white cups and a red flask of tea to share
Hot water
with drops of milk, Kenyan tea that Papa had prepared
Thoughts of
a bottle of red wine and a couple cans of cold beer
crept in
our heads as life in Ireland to Kenya we compared
Like a Victoria’s
secret model she posed on a pale blue plastic chair
She covered
her head with a tuque which was part of her evening wear
This barred
the cold highland wind to play with her short reddish hair
Our ears
filled with African tunes of nature that came from everywhere
Calm and delighted
our lungs inflated with the rush of fresh air
My artistic
mind painted the scenery crafted with so much flair
Warm and colorful
brush stroke to complement a beauty so rare
Beyond the
picturesque folds of mountains in the west
It moved
slowly like a princess feeling graceful and blest
We watched
the vibrant orange and fiery yellow sunset
changing shift with the elegant moon as it went to rest
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