Daughter of Mount Kenya

by Wanjiku Njuguna

She rises with the crack of dawn,
Stifles a yawn but never complains,
Her wealth lies in her blood,
Her worth outweighs the finest rubies.

Her skin is a rich brown chocolate,
Baked in the sun and drenched by dew,
She knows nothing about tanning lotions,
But she’s the village beauty all the same.

Her day is twenty five hours long,
She knows no wage, break or union,
Her husband, home, children and cows,
Are the offices to which she reports.

She is both a lioness and a dove,
Breaks in an instance but heals as easily,
She rules in submission but has her own mind,
She’s the daughter of the great mountain.

28-Mar-2012

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Comments on this Poem

You have described the natural beauty of mountain's virgin as well as it's woman.Thank you for this nice creation.Where do we find this type of naturality in big cities of artificial way of living?

Nathmal Sharma
01-May-2013 08:31 AM

I appreciate the gradual buildup to the finale - with each line getting better.

Daniel
26-Apr-2012 23:56 PM