UNFINISHED MASTERPIECE

UNFINISHED MASTERPIECE

He rises up to the first cock’s crow,

Three dozen strides, It’s his field of corn,

Three hours in, first drops down his brow;

…..

Picks up his coat, dusts up his shoes,

Fills up his cart, Giddy up his horse,

Time to call it a rest;

His piece anyway, the best.

Whistles all the way up hill,

Waves to Johnny at the mill,

Along the way passersby smiles;

Hiding their envy, greener than bile.

By: Gregory Lelei (Kaplong)

FERN FANACY

FERN FANACY

I strode around the ruins in a dreamy haze

As I strove to recall whose room used to be whom

A ‘fore the monster boomed with its steel broom

And left in a haste our tenement yard in messy maze.

“They never warned us,” We all wondered.

“Lord my sick Mom’” A lass wondered.

“Should we demonstrate” A lad considered.

“Not with all these police” A lady warned.

Once my daze had turned into sobriety

I saw lush Ferns plenty in variety

Like we used to mingle in our small society

Despite our lack of mental liberty

I can stand and smite this man-eat-man anomaly

By: Walter Lelei (Kaplong)