Trembled The Village Small Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Trembled The Village Small



Trembled the Village
small
perched in the hill
surrounded by other
hills
and other villages

Three to five streets
those villages
had.

Bring me a hummock here
Bring me a bed
To rest upon
The soil
To
Rest
Upon
The
Fields
To
Feel
Face
Upwards
The
Trembling
Ground
Above
The
Scowling
Sky
As
Yet
Azure
Bring
Me
Bring
Me.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: village
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