A poem of Amboseli
Written :: 9/17/2020
Out here this is wild
Captivating crescent cliffs
Reaching miles
To mountain peak of unknown steeps
••Taking my breath
Making love alive from dreams
Of lands where bell sounds left
Goats call kin through constant bleating
Under tree limbs hang nests of sticks
The hole to home to hole
For easy flight from Acacia's thorn twists
••I hear them playing, singing, whistling
Some so young but play herd along
Little smiles bigger with two teeth missing
If lucky a distance of Maasai song
14/9/2017 Mandyjane