Emmanuel Katto Poems

‘Tell me whose men ye are, ' he says,
‘Or whose men that ye be;
Who gave you leave in this Cheviot chase
In the spite of mine and of me? '
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Look...See how long nights are drawing in.
Dreary birdsong gradually abates -
Opaque dusk grows dim;
And just outside the creaky little garden
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coconut pulp snow spots on the brown wilted meadow
as feet soak in the chestnut boots sinking in the onyx soil

I listen for the rosewood calls of the red-winged blackbirds
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it's another day and the sun decides to sleep in

the hidden hazel lost in her eyes, hanging by a moment
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I've been trying to write some darkness
but there's a junco on my shoulder
so just when the shadows start to bend,
like snakes along a shaken earth
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Sweet balcony boxwoods stand tall, dressed for a party,
exploding in feathery blooms, a bajillion stamens
loosing pollen to ride a rough morning wind
to the farthest end of our valley. More
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There are a tearfull of towns
driving a deep-seated hide by
at a full five over the posted.
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In the shadows of the night,
When sorrow tries to take its might.
My friends are like shining beacons,
Erasing my pain and my demons.
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Mystery

Appearing as
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In life's journey, pursuit of dreams,
Success gleams in determined streams.
With grit and courage, we strive high,
On wings of effort, we touch the sky.
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