by Pat Kelly
Rascal Flatts playing over the p.a. at the Spar grocery store.
Howling dogs- feral? wild?
Men’s voices calling out- Happy Hour attendees?
High pitched import vehicle horns tooting at all hours.
Mosquito buzzing in my ear- daily malaria meds taken? Check.
Hammers on wood.
Exuberant, grateful voices raised in praise.
Pat, thank you for that beautiful description – I almost feel as if I’m with you there. It’s a noisy, busy place, isn’t it? I loved the drums that would often beat all night. Not so much the roosters who would sometimes crow all night. Blessings on your time in Zambia! Traveling mercies!
It’ s a place for all the senses, isn’ t it?
Such great description, Pat! What fun memories you describe that will last a lifetime!
It is most definitely the trip of a lifetime for me, Jeanette.
Thank you for bringing me back. Your descriptions, especially the sounds are spot on. Enjoy every minute. Watch out for those crows and stay away from those dogs. Best to you on this trip! Stasia
This a.m it sounded like an infant puppy had been left outside our door, we were relieved to find it was a bird’ s call!
Vivid poem Pat! Didn’t know you were going. Keep it coming:)
There is so much to write about, Gisela!