The Sun Came By - Poem by KHAYA CLARENCE
Out, bright and brave,
It is the sun that shines
Nothing else came by.
It came and burnt the chicky grass
Leaving the corn dry and grilled
The man curled worried
Under the hawthorn boughs
He turned brooklets into furrows
He drank the rivers into ponds
And ponds became dumping lairs
The temperamental sun can not be tamed.
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