A Day at The Galle Literary Festival

My wife, a friend of hers, and I spent the day in Galle. Thus, this work came about. On the Southern Expressway, There’s a destination, Galle, Named after the chicken, Gallus gallus, the origins of licken, And finger licking goodness, – What became more popular, than the Kentucky Derby -. And on pages of Dickens…

Galle Fort

The walls, the ramparts Preserve the eroded structures. And if you’re lucky enough You will see the lone horse Grazing on a patch of grass stubs, Lost to his own bubbling hunger. Oblivious of strange-colored eyes that loiter The surroundings. While in the restaurants Coffee is being served, over-prized yet Delicately flavored in hazel nut…

Galle

Galle, Galle, they shout, the bus conductors Near a new paved highway to a coastal town. Gallus gallus is a chicken, a red one for that matter That they say made this town, Galle. And a few miles internally Near a jungle, you get the wild junglefowl As the national bird of Sri Lanka. That…