Late in the afternoon when the sun kisses the hillocks <br />a deep red colour appear in the west <br />when nature, man comes to the evenings rest, <br />while I hear guinea fowls screaming from the bush, <br />there is a kind of silence that comes suddenly, <br />when man is saying his prayers, is going to God <br />when some are busy with deeds of love, <br />with the essence of living and of life <br />and others still pursue further fame and wealth.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-sun-kisses-the-hillocks/
