I hear a rooster crowing before dawn,
giving me a picture of my old days,
the very beautiful moments in life
when I was like a colt in the field.
No alarm clock we needed to buy
for roosters were ready to crow.
No costly truck we meant to have
for horses were steady to move.
Every morning I bathed in sunlight.
Every night I watched the moonlight.
Our fields were ready to serve us rice.
Our cows were glad to pour us milk.
When the rice was turning yellow,
we all spent more time in the fields.
And all hungry sparrows were enemies
for they tried to steal our golden grains.
Time is not running, but flying like a jet.
Its cloudy walls remain impossible to leap
to return to yesterday although we insist.
A picture in mind is all we have to keep.
Nowadays, my days are the days of today.
The city rooster keeps praying for liberty.
I can see the sunlight only when it’s high,
and no meadow is cheap for me to buy.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
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