Did you find a word? " Yes, it's a Village" Infact My Village, My Childhood ; The merry children are playing i n the little village street; The old men sit by the doorway t heir evening rest is sweet. And careful mothers are busy, they hurry out and in; Or pause by the door for a moment to smile at their children's din. And farther away in the distance, from the playground comes a shout, as quick-eyed youths at their pastimes run, strong of limb, about. The village wakes up thirsty and hungry a s tribal songs blast from a radio house, Rising sun and blue skies peek humbly a s a drifting breeze descends to dowse. And of the creatures mad wild and tame m ating calls echo from the nearby pond, As white birds fly out far, playing a game t he world is a playground for the young. And the forcados river comes rolling fast I reflect on the sweet memories of the past, Hand in hand with the wonders of the ages d ucks float on the river, in twos and threes: I die in t...
My first Blog with less idea on things to mention. I tried my best to make you clear on my views.