Woman, you must rise at dawn and light up
your oil lamp, for here comes the chronicler,
who must not meet you and your babe in weak light.
He comes with his big book, where the lines and verse
of the dead and the living carry with them
the lengths of vicissitudes.
He comes with the anointing oil, his quill feather pen
and the noble ink, and on his head flutters the
......
Chakpii!
Wooo! ! !
We have gathered
On grandfather’s stoneseats
After a hurried meal,
This moonlight...
Assemble, children, and hearken
To the tales we know
And heard from
......
The natives have
(since the seventh month peeped
through the lean crescent eye of the moon)
worn cloaks of festivities.
They dance the rites,
squelching proudly in mud and green pools
of water.
On their heads are smouldering fires of corns
And pears, and ingredients of a lush season.
......
The beauty of Victoria lies here
How busy a person must be to miss this delight
A homely strong structure for you and me
Wearing Kyneton like a vest
Sitting delicately on a beating chest
Stools and tables giving height to empty glasses
Welcoming all, from the elegant to the classless
......
It is jungle hour,
This African day
And within the grey forests
Patterns of felinity.
The paws have creased
The lonely paths
And growls have brought
In us, jungle frenzy.
Drumming beneath
......
Woman, you must rise at dawn and light up
your oil lamp, for here comes the chronicler,
who must not meet you and your babe in weak light.
He comes with his big book, where the lines and verse
of the dead and the living carry with them
the lengths of vicissitudes.
He comes with the anointing oil, his quill feather pen
and the noble ink, and on his head flutters the
......
Festivals can be lots of fun,
Especially when they are new
And what is offered nicely run.
Games, exhibits, and parades
And music by the score, all
Compete with booths of food,
The kind you see in fairs in fall:
Funnel cakes and turkey legs abound.
Visitors are drawn to streets
......
It is jungle hour,
This African day
And within the grey forests
Patterns of felinity.
The paws have creased
The lonely paths
And growls have brought
In us, jungle frenzy.
Drumming beneath
......
Chakpii!
Wooo! ! !
We have gathered
On grandfather’s stoneseats
After a hurried meal,
This moonlight...
Assemble, children, and hearken
To the tales we know
And heard from
......
This Sunday,
Before noon,
In my community church,
Wedding bells ringꓽ
Rosemary,
Daughter of our land,
Weds!
Grand invitations
......