Standard 6 foot 3 inches
Draped in colored shuka
Spear and machete unconcealed
No mistaking your identity.
Footprint invisible
True to your ancient ways
Treading soft on your red earth.
As one with your land
You live side by side
Beast, bush and Man.
Boma-home, simplistic
Matted or bricked
Domed or steepled
Housing your family and livestock.
Your community ways
Protect the elderly
And teach your young.
What men of honor
Trust once gained impeccable
Unity undeniable.
Accepting of right and wrong
No law keepers required
Justice served from within your circles.
With tolerance to political and western tyranny
You have accommodated ‘globalization’
By being inched out of your land.
Of the ‘worldly’ new ways
Not all is needed
For human existence
Nor this great planet.
Much we can learn from you
As you sustain yourself
Your families, your communities
My prayers for your survival.
I shall never forget
Our precious time
Meeting at rock mountain bed
Guided through adventured lands
Dancing by light of campfire.
Thankyou
Nameste
Kwa heri
May we meet again.
rhythmandthedancer 
Very thought provoking~I really like the end. JP….
Thank you for your comments on the poem.. I wanted to make it personal without being mushy… such a sweet experience… glad the end stood out to you..TP(me)
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“I could almost smell the aroma of simple contentment in the man of Maasai” T.H.
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This makes me long to visit this place. Loved it. The picture and your words are so appealing. ❤️
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Thank you… I was quite captivated, willingly of course 😜
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Beautiful! Reblogging to sister site “Timeless Wisdoms”
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Wow … thank you … these men deserve the acknowledgement 🙏
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Decidedly different and truly original post and photos all producing a very fine read
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Thank you… so fantastic of you to say.. as that’s the experience they gave me and my small band of companions !!!
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