The Mount pt1

The essence of the cool wind against my sweaty body makes it easy

The hills look greener from the last day of rainfall

The Rainey Season has taken its place in this tropical weather

Summer is over now

I began my walk 

Today seems special in my heart

Its the day of worship

My journey through my childhood...... played in my mind

I must walk there.....its the only way to my solitude...peace....the church.

The savannah...the pool....the tennis court

Structures of hope and wishes demolished yet reunited in my thoughts

Games of hide and seek......cowboys and Indians.....table tennis..flying kite and of course cricket and soccer.....just a number of games played in my youth

No one can stop me then ......goallllll....the memories lingred.....i had to pause....need a breath or two.....thinking

Now all has changed....the care takers all gone

I remembered one night i jumped the fence.....with some friends .....for a swim in the pool and got caught....all i can hear was..."Morris is that you?"...i did not answere....and he said....."dont dive it makes to much noise just swim".....and he left

Now what a moment i thought

It was great then a memory of splendour

As i continued to walk .....there it was my personal place ..".the bamboo patch."....and the cashew fields

The scent of the cashews reminded me of the wine my mother made.......cashew wine....yes....it was in full season.

I have to stop ....to pick a few and gather some nuts....I must..

Before i continue.....before i continue.

I paused in my childhood days