Life of Sketch

I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.

The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowsed land,

Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky.

He traversed the dark unseen,

leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening.

His village home lay there at the end of the waste land,

beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows

of the banana and the slender areca palm,

the coconut and the dark green jack-fruit trees.

I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me

the darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cradles and beds,

mothers' hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness

that knows nothing of its value for the world.

Camera: Ricoh GRDII