Joseph Jeremiah Naye Poet Free verse

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.

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