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 

MandyJane Slaybaugh

It’s not enough to just work, socialize and expect to build my ‘family’ future if I myself have not fulfilled a deeper understanding to my human design. Education is the highest form of human purpose, if I want to anything great in the world then it’s a must to be with more tools in my brain belt. 

https://www.mandyjane.com
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