Poems - English Writing 3C Students - Summiting A Hill On My Friend’s Farm
Summiting a hill on my friend’s farm
Late afternoon warmth on our backs
as sheep scatter through the shallow river.
Lexi pads at our heels
as thousands of beetles
swarm the tall golden grass,
like a murmuration of coffee grounds
waltzing in the wind.
A screech from behind the old shed
like the sound from the back of a butcher’s;
a pair of devils squabbling.
Lexi noses at the crooked slats of the shed walls.
We call her away and she falls in line
as we wander back home
and the sun sinks behind the hill.
A chill soaks into our skin
encouraging a faster descent
down the shadowed sloping farmscape.
Malaika Kigotho