The Evening Sacrifice
As the Sun sets at dusk,
The women folks trekking
briskly home,
dinner on their minds.
Turning and churning the
firewood;
Smoke billowing from the
fireplace,
Rising and ascending to the
Skies;
Obliterating the blue sky with the
plumage of smoke.
It is the evening sacrifice of wood,
dinner is being served.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2020
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