Crossroads Poem by Charles Jagongo
Crossroads
Cocks crow and crow
Frogs crock and crock
My sleep is warm and sweet
Morning chill makes me want my bed more
The star in her eyes
Her dark hair that flows
So soft is her voice
I’ve to make duty in or out
A weaver bird flies past the window out
A strip of grass in beak to build a nest
Traffic horns I hear and curses I know bread for sweat
Chocolate sleep, beauty and pistons, I’m at crossroads
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4/26/2024 7:20:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
First stanza looked like beautiful song, rest stanzas are beautifully displayed the nature..well done