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The little herdsman ( 85 Views)
written by : Galia
crisp the veld grass underfoot
hazy red the sky
feet crunch over bark and root
brazen, brittle, dry
copper colour beetle black
silhouettes etched high
above the twig and firewood stack
of Sipho’s little braai
long-horned cattle chew the cud
watch through long-lashed eyes
as the little herdsman skins his hare
and the pale moon starts to rise
far below in muffled madness
the village fires dance
beaded virgins circle, breathless
bewitched in the djembe trance
the little herdsman warms his toes
as he turns his spit with glee
so few worries, so few woes
for one as young as he
hyenas laugh in the darkened distance
crickets serenade
Sipho sits up briefly, listens
Then returns to the meal he made
He dreams the dreams that children dream
As he stares up at the star-filled sky
In the world of shadows real may seem
Unreal yet part of he and I
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