tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959804031955063123.post8109239251105033416..comments2023-08-18T07:14:51.777-07:00Comments on Barefoot Dancing Wildly: To Mourn...~B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05097899651082188854noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4959804031955063123.post-28875412460409002892010-06-22T17:23:07.092-07:002010-06-22T17:23:07.092-07:00An African Evening.
Sitting together in the cool o...An African Evening.<br />Sitting together in the cool of the evening light,<br />a rise to crescendo beckon the sounds of the night…<br /><br />An African song brings family ties to the past,<br />as firelight face-paints away the wrinkles that hold fast.<br />The memories forth told of ancestors and their stories,<br />child’s eyes all aglow with their heroics and glories.<br /><br />An echo of the drum beat brings forth joyful dancing,<br />flute lends its harmonies to the voices enhancing.<br />Celebration’s footsteps amidst shadows in the sand,<br />bodily rhythm keeping time with clap of the hand.<br /><br />From the pot on the fire hungry hands gladly beckon,<br />midst the laughter of children, men first, women second.<br />To the contents of the earthenware fragranced by smoke,<br />calabash and enamel pass from arms clothed in cloak.<br /><br />As the flames dance to sleep and the embers now aglow,<br />children are restless and the tiredness begins to show.<br />The party now retires with low voices calling farewell,<br />families depart through darkness to homes where they dwell.<br />28/3/2004Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17452728791037261024noreply@blogger.com