In the hushed slumber of September's night,
A dream unfolded, woven in golden light,
Where gentle zephyrs danced, whispering soft,
A tale of promise, hope, and dreams aloft.
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To you dear Dad
A guiding ray I see
To navigate both day and night
To belight the blacken path
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We thank Thee for the newborn day
We thank Thee for the sunshine
We thank Thee for the clouds that azure the sky
And the cooling breeze within.
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It's already after time mid June,
The sixth month of the equinoctial,
The solar year halfway,
This glad June day grants me hope.
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Troops were ready, they took their kitbags,
Led by the regal soldier for the patrol,
The barrel-chested and buoffant man,
Whom had earlier been recruited.
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In the gloaming glowing embrace I stand,
Awash in the cosmic wonders of this land,
For tonight marks my last on this paradisaic stage,
A bittersweet farewell, a melancholic reframe.
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Born in Trans nzoia-Kitale, attended primary education at karaus primary then proceeded to high school at kesogon secondary school from 2016 to 2019 after which later November 26,2020, enrolled at university of kabianga- kericho for bachelor degree in education, language and literature. Wrote some articles and essays and poems posted in his blog and all poetry website. Contact: 0740883368 Email: cyprianogeto8@gmail.com)
The Autumn's Dream
In the hushed slumber of September's night,
A dream unfolded, woven in golden light,
Where gentle zephyrs danced, whispering soft,
A tale of promise, hope, and dreams aloft.
In this fleeting reverie, a world unveiled,
An autumn's canvas, by God's hand detailed,
A symphony of colors, on every tree,
A painting of grace, for all to see.
Beneath the sky, painted in sapphire-blue,
The air held a fragrance, so fresh and new,
Leaves spun and pirouetted through the air,
A kaleidoscope of dreams, beyond compare.
Through fields of amber, swaying in delight,
I wandered, bathed in Nature's golden light,
A carpet of petals, beneath my feet,
Serenading my senses, a melody so sweet.
The birds, in harmonious chorus, sang,
Their joyful notes to the heavens rang,
A lullaby of hopes, dreams, and desire,
Igniting my soul, like a sacred fire.
As the sun dipped low, in a blaze of gold,
Day melted into dusk, as stories were told,
The moon emerged, casting her silver glow,
A guiding beacon, in the night's gentle flow.
In this dream of September, time stands still,
A fragile moment, that my heart longs to fill,
For within this vision, dreams become real,
And the promise of September, my heart can feel.
So let September's dream sweep us away,
To a world where joy and beauty hold sway,
Where dreams are alive, and hearts beat true,
In the enchanting dream of September, anew.