An African Morning
AN AFRICAN MORNING
Stretching and yawning
Me every dawning
The cock crowing
Dawn’s breaking
Sun rising.
Cows mowing wanting milking
Sheep bleating wanting grazing
The wind blowing
Cold biting
Trees swaying
Birds chirping.
Goats fighting
Hens scratching
Worms hiding
Shallow brooks flowing.
Fire blazing at the blacksmith’s hearth
Water boiling
I have to go milk.
Kids up and shouting
Jembe to the firm whistling
An African morning,
Never quiet never boring.
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