OLOPITO REVISITED

Back then in the days

Our sunrise days

When mornings were bright

When hope sparkled

In an orange haze

Back then in the days

When we woke to the bellows 

To the smell of fresh dung

The snort of price steers

Blowing in the frigid air

Back then in the days

When the cold July air

Bit into our nudity

When dew numbed our bare feet

Paralyzing our whole

Back then in the days

When rain came down

Like a constant visitor

Early at dawn

To wash away the past

Back then in the days 

When we made manyattas

Herding the water beetles

On our bare bottoms

On the red mud

Back then in the days 

When we clung to the cloth

As we sung in symphony

To the song of the calves

In musical tandem

Back then in the days

When we climbed the Osokonoi tree

Throwing caution to the wind

Delving in debauchery

Shuddering at its bitter-sweet

Back then in the days

Those great golden dawns

So gone an era

Those sunrise days

Playing by the black waters

Back then in the days

Our sunrise days

Nostalgia reigns

For those epic infant moments

Enshrined in our souls