....
Before morning, the wind gather in groups,
going to the sky, to the sun, making
rhythmic waves on the river, the groups
of wind will you see with it great rumbling.
....
On the bat-winged sunshine,
stand'ng on the river like giant tigers.
I remember like yesterday; sea wine
which owe my day like West sun ministers.
....
Flap your batty wings to the silent hymn,
Beneath the trees; blown in are precious winds
at North river as Negro life draws in;
Drunk with palm wine mile across a new wind.
....
The tall sun fell a stand, a gallant stand,
The North West blew a gloomy air of smiles-
As East South breathes in with waves on it sand,
And that's how tasteless sweet day start it miles.
....
Before morning, the wind gather in groups
which owe my day like West sun ministers-
Flap your batty wings to the silent hymn,
And that's how tasteless sweet day start it miles.
....
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace