Frederick Okonneh

2016-05-13 12:00 am

I sit out in the early morning sun,
watching children play and run.
Soon the kids all gather round one,
that sets my eye in movement to none.
She laughs and raises them to the sky, my eyes are glued on her.
She gives them names and teaches them games, my eyes are glued on her.
She leaves the young wild souls to play and goes to get the horses' hay,
I leave my seat and follow still, as though i asked her to lead the way.
She feeds the horse and turns around to see me watching between the doors.
She smiles and sunrays glow her eyes, my eyes are glued on her.