An Ode to Rosenahalli !!

Here's the poem I was talking about in the previous post Days Gone By!! Did I mention, I wasn't a poetic person?? Not only do I not write or read poems, I don't even understand most of them. But these few lines were stuck in my head, and I had to write it down, if only to get it out. But once I did that, I had to try and finish it!!

But before you go on, here is an excerpt from my previous post, that will help you understand:

"Scooter ride, reminds me of this place we used to go to, called Rajanahalli. It's the name of a village near where I grew up, but what I liked most, was the river!! The same river (Tungabadra) flowed past our colony, but here in this village it was especially beautiful. The banks were strewn with round pebbles, cool to the touch. Here and there were sand dunes, usually accompanied by some muddy pools. And the water was generally calmer, not in a hurry to go anywhere. When my friends took me there for the first time, I couldn't believe that I didn't know of this place before. After that I would beg and if that didn't work, goad them into coming to Rajanahalli with me. Seeing my interest in the place, Vinu one day titled it 'Rosenahalli'. We used to drive there on scooters and bikes, a small stretch over the highway, but most of it over muddy roads, flankedon either side by fields. The ride was just as beautiful as the destination. I loved the place so much, that it inspired a poem."

An Ode to Rosenahalli

- Rose Loney

In the sea of memories,

As the waves wash by;
I see your faces,

And days gone by.

In the era of wonderment;

Our group rode on,
As the winds went over,

Fields of rice and corn.

As we passed the huts,

And the roads that wind;
We waved to the kids,

Whom we left behind.

We stretched our sights,

So afar we could see;
Then we saw a glimmer,

And shouted with glee.

As we revved our engines,

The winds passed by;
Its a race, it said,

Between you and I.

We rushed to meet,

The calm river ahead;
And some of us skid,

On pebbles, at the river bed.

But others went on,

To beat the wind;
And great was the victory,

At the end.

To celebrate the win,

There was no champagne or wine;
So we splashed the water,

Of the river divine.

We walked on the banks,

With our feet so bare;
And the breeze played,

By messing our hair.

We sat on the dunes,

Making sand into mound;
As some skipped on the water,

The pebbles they found.

We stood in a line,

At the waters edge;
And watched the sun,

Set over the ledge.

We walked back then,

Over the pebbles round;
Making memories,

That are treasures abound.