Hills and Valleys

Hills that leads to hills with no end
The bent back with the tools of cultivating
Smallest of all with bare foot
Down to the bushy hills with no end


Sands coming off the ground like a wind
That cannot be controlled,heavy it was; the
Hoe,
The unwanted clothes sweep the ground like
A ring day,protecting from black ants,
Its sting makes you want to throw the last
Of the night meal.