New Day

Dawn breaks. . .
And Slowly the mantle of darkness
Drops of from the shoulders of nature
As the light of day creeps in
Chasing away the lingering shadows.
The night has been long,
The break of day long-awaited;
And now it comes wearing a crown,
The spreading brightness of the sun
Its rays lending touches of gold
To the breathtaking portrait
Of beautiful evergreen nature.
And the glittering dewdrops,
Reminiscent of the reign of night,
Cling to the leaves
With pathetic for-boding of death
That they see spelt
In the spreading rays of the sun.


Dawn breaks. . .
Bringing with it light freshness,
Heralded by the song of birds.
No more the hooting of the owl
Shall strike chords of fear
In the hearts of the sleeping,
As they wake to the music
Of the sparrow and the canary;
The bleat of goats far away,
Searching for fresh grass.
Firewood in the mud hearth
Suddenly comes to life
Flames leap round the earthen pot
And the morning meal
Is well on its way
To give new strength to man.

Dawn breaks. . .
Down towards the river
Black maidens are walking
Pots gracefully balanced on heads
Chatting and gossiping gaily
To bring the day's water supply.
On the forest pathways
Their men are treading
Through thick undergrowths
To far away farms.
And the tread of life
Is picked up and continued
All thoughts of night forgotten
As day holds full sway
Crowned by glowing sunlight.
                                                                J. AMOAKO-GLOVER