Ga-Hananwa Girl
She was singing,
But I couldn't hear words,
And the dust that she kicked up
Lined legs golden like reeds in the dawn.
She was smiling,
But I couldn't know why,
And her dress that was tattered
Whirled dazzling as an African morn.
She was dancing,
But I couldn't sway with,
And the bucket she picked up
Watered dust in the place I was born.
She was laughing,
But I couldn't look long,
And her bundle she gathered
Set free smiles not a sadness forlorn.
Copyright © Bronwyn Egan | Year Posted 2015
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