ODE ' MY CHILDHOOD '

It is yet another summer holiday to light, 

the sun wakes from east to find

my friends out waiting for the magnificence of his hide, 

I run out immediately after I took the bite. 

Clean the environment from all plastic bags, 

within no time use our prowess to make a ball structure, 

the arena impatiently waiting for us with lust, 

we would get lost running till its sight at last. 

Since the game ends if the winning team scores most goals, 

time passes inexorably till evening was in sight for a show, 

football was life and it wouldn't be long since we all won, 

we arrived at the local PlayStation to find the ultimate maestro. 

Then take a trip to the nearby river, 

take a bath of nature's refreshment sanitizer, 

fight with the slow moving clean water, 

till all our energy dissipated away like the rupture. 

Now it time to head home straight south, 

with the immense sugar popping from my heart to mouth, 

a feeling I terribly store and would give anything for so I growl, 

by then mommy awaits to put me back on track to avoid my drown. 

I am afraid now for my little life's worth, 

that won't prevent me from enjoying life's stunts,

let me worry about it when I get home smart,

my mind changes when mom comes to sight with a cane in hand. 

IAN OTIENO.

2020

The great bard says the beautiful experience in his childhood and praises his mother for the good correction she gives him.