Thursday, 11 September 2008
Down the valley...
Down the valley right on my favourite rock I sat
Stealing the blend of washerwomen’s songs whisked with the jaywalk’s chatter
The evening sun splashed her last rays across the horizon
A low breeze whistled a fancy into my ear
The wind chimed her anklets further
I sank my feet surreptiously into the temptingly chilly beneaths
Hiding the world’s inquisitive eyes , the clouds gathered above
Naked and smiling,I scissored through the thick oblivion below….
A passing mackerel below nibbled at my knee
Somewhere an expectant frog called out for his partner
Stepping back on my favourite rock, I watched the mangrove branches sway
Their fragrant ripeness blending rendering a blossoming air
When lost in the whirlwind of time, I crave for moments I call my own
Its my day down at the valley that I cherish the most
For I see myself the happiest amidst the slivers of moonlight and the mangrove shade
Than all the cheers that the world has to spare.