Village boy Impressions

1.  All is still and soundless As the mighty calm after a storm  The land is at rest Tired and worn out from the trampling  And stomping these last many days   From homes, to the pa lace, the market  And back to homes again with drums  Humming and buzzing all day nonstop  Horns and whistles calling from rooftops  Singing the praise of ancient warriors  Men’s blood boiling in response  And hearts throbbing with the drums  All is now spent and silent.       2.         The patter of the feet of excited children  The dainty steps of maidens  The eager stride of energetic youths  The heavy drag of grey-bearded men  The resounding trod of war dancers  And sweaty women chasing them  Round and round the marketplace  That made the land throb and tremble  All that is now still and resting.  All are wearied with aching joints  And sprained muscles sore  None is stirring.       3.         The air is thick and still Clad in  a heavy cloak of dust  Looming ov

Not for death! Not for death!  But for life among the deathless  In ageless, changeless, greener lands Where no stain nor tear can abide Therefrom your labour, you rest,  Robed in glory.  But on this hallowed spot of Balansa,  Lies your mortal remains;  Agandin, son of Adaayomah,  Loving father and devoted husband.  In that hour set with your maker,  But unbeknownst to us mortal men,  You made your bow in peace and quiet. Read Here:  Village Boy Impressions - Father's Epitaph You were the fountain of life  The light of hope The captain in life’s ocean,  My biggest fan and coach.  Under your watchful, caring gaze I raced with the swift Your words of caution  Lending motion to my little feet. But in my innocence,  I forgot you were my force of gravity.  You ceased whilst I was in mid-race Now I have to lift my own foot And bring it down! Alas for me! The blazing sun did set at noon! The eagles stopped in mid-flight The birds quieted in mid-song Even the c