The fire in the holed drum burns bright <br />and I can see red coals flickering <br />like the shining stars up in the sky <br />and white teeth smiles at me <br />while I walk by <br />and the night watchman puffs at a cigarette <br />and with sharp eyes watches <br />from his black overcoat <br />as if nothing passes him <br />with one hand holding a baton <br /> <br />and somewhere up there <br />eternally a watchman guards <br />while the lights of his fires beacons the night <br />against the dark, against evil things. <br /> <br />[References: Nagwag (night watchman) by DJ Opperman and the nightwatchman by Fhazel Johennesse.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-watchman-3/
