Award Wining Poem Of The WIN'A POET'REE CONTEST
May/June 2012 Edition.
Night must not meet him outside
The streets are bloodthirsty
Crawling up on unsuspecting strangers
The trader is happy today
He made great sales in the scorching sun
The moon smiles at him rewardingly,
As he yawns lazily with sleepy eyes
Children gathering at the courtyard
waiting for the old sage
No tale was ever told twice
Appetites were daily satisfied
As the mosquitoes signalled their arrival
My eyes shut slowly, heeding to Nature call.
Coxson T. David (Sacred Hill)
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