At The Brick Of The Morn Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor

Distant sounds of the dropping rain
Feeling of the racing skies rummaging my mind
Tinted dark of the night wrestling the incoming light
Happy cocks crowing on tree tops
Welcoming the day to our ears
Though sometimes, my ears itch at the sound of their anthem
But today, my ears are elated in hearing them
Remembering the love of the saviour on me
Remembering the potatoes I fried yesterday night
Remembering that I have many a things to read
People to make happy and keep company
I welcome today at the brick of the morn