Poems

In a rural town far from urban spaces

Stood a thatched roof shed

Where cows and goats seek their places

As cold night breeze a howling

eye tears rolling down their faces.

Night skies clear, starlights peeped

And moon shine bright

As tall palm and coconut trees

bow in homage

summoned by breeze a howling.

Traversing potholes and unpaved roadways

A pregnant woman on a donkey

Led by her bruised feet husband,

Finding no place to have her baby,

Stopped at the thatched roof shed

To enable the birth.

Sounds of a boy child a crying

As cows mooing and goats bleating

Peenie wallies dancing in dark night

And crickets chirping their praises

Heralding the Savior’s birth.

‘Aal av a sodn uol iip a ienjel fram evn, jain im.

Dem did a priez di Laad an se,

“Priez Gad we de a evn, an piis fi evribadi we Gad api wid.” (Luuk 2:13-14)

– Dudley McLean II