A Memory

tapped hands knowing no comfort
scars of care carved on palms
back breaking task scratching
the land for a living

the grains filled the granary
the tuber all pulled off the ground
the traders arrived at the port
and they travelled to barter

they went by the stars
travelled towards the setting sun
creating tracks in the rainforest
and clearings for rests

during the journey the calls of owls
the screeches of hornbills
flutters of unknown species
feature in tales, beginnings of folklore

travelling bards sang of bravery
in battle and war with these unknown
fascinating to the children's ear
to be told and retold through centuries

still the people lived off the land
barter and trade with foreign folks
who set their feet on the river banks
and later build their houses there.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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