Footprints in harmattan winds

Trees, yawning in drought

Forced to repent their decision to remain rooted instead of fleeing

Their once wet barks

Branded with scars from sharp gun rays

As they stare down

At footprints of families gone farming

Fading in harmattan winds

17 responses to “Footprints in harmattan winds”

  1. Mind-stirring piece, Benjamin. Stunning use of imagery.

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    1. Thank you, Eugenia. Insightful observations you’ve made.

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      1. My pleasure, Benjamin.

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  2. Great use of imagery with words my friend!
    πŸ’•

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    1. Thank you! Thank you for making time to read and comment. I deeply appreciate it.

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  3. “Decision to remain rooted” it really is a decision because they could have also easily chosen to just die.

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    1. πŸ˜… yeah. What a decision that would have been, to die. It isn’t easy arriving at such a decision.

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      1. It’s not that’s why they decide to live. We often forget what plants and other organisms even diseases have in common with us. We all want to survive.

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        1. Yep, true. We all want to survive.

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  4. Your imagery is so intense. So good!

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    1. Thanks, Espinosa. I appreciate your feedback.

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  5. Amazing piece, Benjamin . Love it.πŸ’•

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      1. You’re welcome

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