Christmas season
Period of less work
No planting, no weeding
Yams all harvested
Stored in barns
Children back from school
Dash to the stream
Roasted crust burn
Our bare sole
And the skin is baked
Into the river we plunge
Clean, beautiful river otamiri
And happily swim
To cheat the scorching sun.
(Saturday 5th October,1996)
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