Hometown

The swing hanging from the mango tree
Was the place to go, when dawn breaks free

I would run to see if any mango did fall
In the night when I heeded my slumbers call

Pockets filled with the morning loot
I would take a bite into one luscious fruit

I was ten and it didn't matter then
If a squirrel had bit it or dashed at one end

In the morning light when the birds do sing
It is fun to let your body free on a swing

Time spent with nature would leave my heart always in a soaring mood
Summer hols in hometown with family
 are the best memories of my childhood
--------By Jibrael Jos