The Year's Feast

Another day; days gone and go We look forward with plentiful affirmative outlooks, To the year’s feast! I run-through my band to unbend the cords, For refined and fluent tenors, For calm unperturbed blend of words and strings to born the word beat, In ranches unforeseen like the son of man! The women in the compound net the flour well, Sweat running cross across their faces swell, Sooner earlier than late fell__ Before the sun hollows its impish head high the tall well They reheat substrate tea in large Kangos bursting Tanganda, Isn’t it obvious then for one to tell? The year’s feast is here! Grand men pinching their fat stomachs to create space, For new succulent fare to supplant the yester old, Traditional beer fusion high in giant vessels__ The ferments scent reach retired nostrils Like rainbow lines in a row beneath dark clouds high! Children play en masse in the open air, At last free from their mother’s care__ They run about as they play towing each other by the hair, Innermost selves wishing only if this wasn’t once a while and rare! I hope Reeza be dragging closer his noble chair, For it is more beatific and fetching to stair__ At how love amasses people in his name, To celebrate yet another year’s feast!