Poetry/Short Stories

Sarai and the red dust!

Every single music hit had a rhythm for Sarai…

If it played, she would dance to it!

Ready to raise the red dust…..

Barefoot, colorful dress and sweat running down her well defined cheeks, Sarai would dance until that red dust covered everything around her…..

The smell of the dust would send Sarai into a whole different world;her world and what it meant to her…..

The red dust in it’s purity was a place she would always call home….

The red dust is the smell ofย  her home…..

The red dust was a symbol of hard work…..

That red dust had led to a good crop harvest…..

The red dust was a sign of happy children that were playing around the village…..

The red dust was a sign of a journey well traveled whenever guests came to the village…..

The red dust was a sign of a dance well performed…..

In fact it was a symbol of life around the village…

And Sarai was living a life of the red dust!

By Susan McMillan

10 thoughts on “Sarai and the red dust!

    1. Thank you Debbie. I absolutely love poetry. English is my second language and poetry was the one place I would play with words in a very familiar world of my childhood. I think of poetry as a play with words.

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    1. Lol. Thank you Jessica. We should go sometime….I am sure you would love it there. Most definitely you will get to experience the red dust first hand. Can you handle getting down on your knees to greet the elders???. It’s tradition ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚.

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