The call of the hills…
On a night dark as pitch
We stay listening to the swooshing trees
And the strange call up the hills…
A tornado of wind come surfing down
Pushing the brushes and woods apart
Sending both man, child and pets scrambling
Tall and strong wild palms bend double
Threatening to crush who dare stare
The dark clouds growl like a young lion
Shaking the breadths of the firmaments
The firmaments rumblings shook everyone
Wide eyed infants, the whistling pine and the Owl
The dogs bark and hide behind their kennels
Tethered farm animals shriek with fear
The cold came, and with such a surge!
It wooed the candle light
Which danced with such excitement
But the Rain never came
The Rain was locked out
Today was not his own day
A night as such as this
A windy tale to be told
An inspiration hewn down the hill
From up the dark firmaments of the night
From the hills of an African hamlet…
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