The Dawn Breaks

Note: This isn't a short story. And I'm not a poet. But this morning, I am missing old friends. God bless'em all! cb

The dawn breaks,

The bulbuls sing their “Time, To, Get up!” song.

The fluttering, flapping doves’ wings signal,

Another round of sorting positions,

Along the eave over the banana tree shaded bird bath.

The dawn breaks,

Night watchmen head home,

Calling morning's greetings and sharing the news,

Thankful another night has passed.

The dawn breaks,

Young girls carry buckets of water,

For a morning bath while,

Little brothers drag limbs for firewood,

For morning tea.

The dawn breaks,

Family prayers are said and father’s tea is served,

Uniformed children leave for school,

Nigeria has awakened.

(For all of us who were there and sometimes miss it. Jan. 2012)

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