1 Poetry Records; minutes of past and fun memories flood in, sad and happy Creating; nothing but me again and again, I rather be me
Month: Feb 2017
Sweet Breezes
Sweet breezes, heavens ride to and fro, home and wild By the town and countryside surge of fresh air, quick, mild Sweet breezes, soaring scentless
The moon and night plays
Yells, cries of children disturb the nights silence In the moonlight they dance, they play in the distance Casting shadows upon the lonely tree’d pathway
The African Dawn
** A slope of rounded hills Black against the horizon Threatening the sun with its fierce thrust With thin clouds streaking across the sky **
An African Lullaby
Come closer, come hear the song I must sing this night Come let us sit under the mango, let us enjoy the moon light, The
Art of the Mind
Colors are exotic, beautiful when they are seen and ‘felt’ Shadows- shades, the blue skies and the sun when she set Wandering bees, yellow and
