“Village Canto”
By Toni Truesdale
A little joy,
reflection and perhaps sorrow;
Each day is measured in
the seeds of tomorrow.
Light is lived within
the hum of others,
Darkness, we return to
the home of our mothers.
The canto of the
village begins again each dawn;
Encompassing each
individual all day long,
All activity embracing
the song
Of everyday life…
Copyright T.Truesdale
2013
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