The Tumpusiong Story

Den'ona

by Leonard Fong Roka

Den'ona, Den'ona
why bothering me, the lass
you say so uneducated
of the Tumpusiong west...you reject for loving.
You say.
But as the sun wokes, o'er Deumori
swaggering was my swain
o'er the Darenai hillocks
that assemble like brave warriors
of the gone past.
Yet so cool; no fooling as a village
dog that come back for chased love
for I not like those sick folklores
of Mako'osi.
So you no moon and stars
I dream of,
Den'ona. Den'ona.