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Sunday, 25 May 2014

Happy time

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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