An Evening Around The Fire Hearth

An Evening Around The Hearth

The evening sun looks drowsily down
Like an half opened sleepy eye
Where like the yolk of a hard boiled egg she sits
In her leafy nest atop the distance town

And down below the shadows play
At a game of hide and seek
As fingers of flames beneath three legged-pots
Lick the greasy soot away

This night the stars wink down at us
As a special back home treat
And night exchanges her normal grey clock,
While above the chill breeze makes her fuss

Sitting here beside the smoking fire
Each third person disappears
But this Jungle night causes us no fright
It’s a sight we all admire

At those unseen things the dogs do bark
From far off floats the beats of a drum
Yet these native sounds we have yearned to hear
Not those wails from industrial parks

We tell of Anasie and of the elves
These are tales which just do not fade
And of the pains of young Africans we tell
Till in dreams we lost ourselves

Now the fire logs snore as we tell and tell
And the owls sit and stare
What a wonderful time spend around the fire hearth
Back home where the natives dwell