Village boy Impressions

  When the day unfolds and the sun begins to smile, When light spurts in the east and the wind begins to stir, And all the living awake in wonder and delight, I rise with eager hope to contemplate your love! When the warming sun stretches forth over the fields,  When leaf and blossom with fragrance fill the air,  And the birds their morning hymn of praise intone, I hasten from my lair that I may behold your beauty. When golden noon comes and all beasts shelter seek,  When the wind is at rest and sweat is on the brow,  And beneath the blazing roofs the kids must retire, I sit and muse upon your beauty and my heart is glad! When the sun is in the west and wind returns from the north;  When the farmer in field with longing gazes at his road home, And the labourer observes his weary day draws to fruition, I hasten the sun to his grave with longing for thee. When light and beauty is in the west, and leaf and blossom fall, When eventide haste...

Of a truth was Caesar’ intuition To have fat men about him Such as doth sleep at night. So would I have loud men any day That shout and shake and swear In showing anger or malice That let out peals of laughter When happy or tickled Or cry open bitter tears at need. Of them you may open and read And need not fear of poison darts Or sharp knives deep concealed. Not so the kind that dwell in quiet,   That brood in loud long silences Keeping century-old wrongs dear. That sit up late nursing their envy And all that is dark and sinister Is hoarded in their hungry bosoms. They creep in the shadows unseen Like vipers in the undergrowth, With their lean and hungry look There is no telling their thoughts Nor affection nor ill will Them you must not only fear but run!