My Village

Miles away my village
Through rocky thorny way, yet
I love going there

Across the farm greens
Caressing thin coarse leaves
I love going there

Wading the slimy mud
Slashing in shallow river beds
I love going there

Chasing butterflies
Taunted by honeybees
I love going there

Warbling pastorals
Chartered on a bullock-cart
I love going there