"Twighlight" SSPC 77
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Twilight steals in unannouced
Riding noon's shine pronounced
Dragging the oaks shadow o'er the hill
Shrill cries of playful amusement
cut through the moon filled night
While the child giggles at the sight
Of starry streaks across the sky
Round about in round huts
The old tell tales looking into logs
While the younger marvel visibly
of the wars they fought terribly
In smoke filled huts,
Teary eyed, the mother cooks
While the maiden looks
Absorbing tales of the art
of motherhood by heart.
It is twighlight
It is Africa
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Beautiful family remembrance poem. The twilight hour brings them together to share stories that will always be repeated from generation to generation. I loved. Good job, brother poet.
Thank you so much for your most welcome input brother poet.