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Daytime Ghosts
Voices in the field,
They summon us from our abodes,
Is it hell’s road?
We take gentle and fearful
steps to see what summons.
The wind sighs and sings,
The wheats dance to its rhythm,
No one stands in the field
We wonder if the wind had made the call.
Suddenly like a flash of lightning,
The voices emerge,
We are startled but not rattled,
The spirits have come to
move through the field.
Our fields have been
troubled by a recalcitrant blight,
It has been a frantic fight,
The elders have summoned the spirits,
They have come to battle the malevolent forces,
Like knights on warrior horses.
April 17, 2024.
Copyright ©
Thompson Emate
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