Fragment Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

through
the
country
after
months
of
studious
production
intellecual
went I.

early morning
Dawn
when
the
sun
shines
not
cruelly.

I
wandered
in
the
clear
temperatures
head cap
for
the sun
brain for
thought.

how
sweet
to
hear
the
grass
crunch
below
your
paces!

fields
flew
by
and
still
fields
and
green
and
air
and
below
the
swishing
of
immense
sea.

eyes
that
take
photos
flashes
and
then
tired
grow
(yet
do
not
tell)

fragrance
and
scent
of
herbs
and
grasses
that
smell
and
scent.

walk
walk
the
friendly
birds
welcome
intrude
not

fragment
fragment
fragment