There Is A Town Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There is a town, in it
There be sunny mornings
Even in April, March,
Interspersed with storm
And shower and
Rustlings of the seas
Restless
As the restless palms that
Hover over the high bastions
As yet to ears of Poet Seer
The city sighs
It sighs.

There is a town the even
In April, March blooms with
Flower and decked in
Flower pots the buildings
Smile even in the dust of
Some
And interspersed with storms
That come, that go
Some days, not always
Even in winter's height:
As yet to ears of Poet Seer
The city sighs
It sighs.

There is a town that
Even Night bids not
Beauty away:
Nay
Beauty increases with the dusk
Red dusk
And in the night continues
In the lighted wonders of
The city lights
And peace
As yet to ears of Poet Seer
The city sighs
It sighs.