THE AFRICAN CHILD by Veralyn Chinenye

The journey of rhythm, nestled in melody
Stewed in 'rainbowed' proverbs
As the sun peeps, the moon gives way
The African Child rises to the tap of the morning
Chirping crickets, burping toads
The wide coloured streams opening up to hands
The spirit of our ancestors tickle his feet to tappings
The voices of waters bear witness to his 'dabbings'
The African child sings, caressing thorns;
Come, come, o spirit, colour our hands again for peace
between morsel and the throat.
Veralyn Chinenye is an Award winning Epistolary Poet/
Writer.