Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

CRICKET IN THE ANTIQUE





I heard you singing through the night
You made the evening beautiful
And the grass resting for the night
Who could have thought you sing so well?
Like the daily bread man need in life to excel
You are as pretty as the angel sing
Wish I could understand the words you sing
I would stop by and listen as spent a beautiful day
Harbor you in my heart a friend to forever stay 


© Akan Udofia E. 2014

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