The Silent Ones...

So my friends. Today, i'm in a poetic mood. I am glad to present you with one of my poems i just wrote. I hope you enjoy it!

To The Silent Ones

The silent ones have come home

And we are out.

Out to pick the shea nuts

The shea nuts of yesteryear

Which the sun half bakes

…which we did not pick out of fear

that in our absence, the silent ones might return.

The silent ones have returned...

And we are not home.

Throats give forth no more song

For in waiting, we’ve sang for far too long

And the wood to burn at night

Have long dwindled and we’ve sat, in need of light.

Friends, with no more songs to sing and nought to burn

We have waited for you to return.

The silent ones have returned...

And we are not home.