HOPE FOR MY THORP

Some stories told,others yet to reckon, Some chummy,others yet to groke, Digging deep, I went aside my abode,in breading moments, In truth search I left,as elites crumbled. MY ambitions intact for moments unborn. To sail beyound boarders and seas. A place of currencies,logistics and prestige, To past tense my thorp,so heathen. Predicaments I hugged along the journey, Bringing me back to my milking place,most secured to be. So nervous ,as I never wished lengthy days ever in my thorp, But mum advocated,I settled at her hut. Each day,do I ramble,feeding my eyes. The clusters of Iriokos for reservoirs, The cowhands favourite vegetation, The soil a restaurant to the nations, The men of strength and stamina, though lack techniques. What a lucky ground brought me forth,I thought. My ambitions, I then renovated, Though boarders still I will cross,but not to be, Though seas I shall cross,my thorp story I shall carry, To great minds,my vegetation I shall tell, My soil and ocean of value,I shall tell them. For my thorp could become a world wonder, Then is my journey filled to brims,enlightening the elites.