The Town Crier Poem by ANTHONY ANIGBATA

THE TOWN CRIER

Your words are heard far and near
Warning of things that would happen
You are the mouth of the King
Whose orders must be heard ere dusk

Your lapping-call at dawn stands all ears
For we desire such breathly words
Round this hamlet you move, dawn to dawn
Dispersing like pollen, the Kings' instruction

Like the wind you cry aloud
Announcing the rainfall before the rain
He who didn't hear you makes a boner
And must blame self, for being deaf ear to your words

Town crier O town crier
How tireless for ages you have been
Every day on this sacred mission
Feeding the flocks, with the King's message