In the heights of Ijenda lives my grandfather.
That is where my father was born.
Tea plantations, a big tree are like Spring forever.
That ia what marks the entrance as known.
A dog barks as I come in.
It is small, white with some brown.
That is the companion I have seen.
It is a place to be shown.
There is enough spaces for the cattle.
Hens and ducks can run freely.
Orange pumpkins are cut a little.
Soon, it will be nignt already.
Children and friends gather.
They listen to the music instrument.
A milkman has decided to sing calmer.
His voice is worth an eentertainment.
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