A DAY AT THE BADAGRI BRINK: Stanley Princewill McDaniels
I sat at the brink of an ancient father to watch blind water sojourn in his vein. Adult hedges defect from their homes to wander with other wayward greens on...
AND THE CLOUDS RECEDED: Stanley Princewill McDaniels
And the clouds receded: Bit by bit it dissolves With the wind on the sky's pew; Spite the contraction of the beams, Sunset resolves The labour of man; after hours...