Morning Cry Poem by Elvis Towolawi

Chirping insects
alone
Have the bravery
Lost to roving knighted shoulders
To violate your calm

Crowing cockerels
alone
Are valor drunk
To praise free a world
Shawled stupefied in Morpheus' idap arms

Many may rebuff
Oblivious of your touch
Still at last
To your charms we yield like clouds before the moon

Blest is the man
Upon whose field you smile
Dew shall perch on his plant and his clay pot Shall see no ruin