THEHOME
Ipacedaloneontheroadacrossthefieldwhilethesunsetwashidingitslastgoldlikeamiser.
Thedaylightsankdeeperanddeeperintothedarkness, andthewidowedland, whoseharvesthadbeenreaped, laysilent.
Suddenlyaboy’, leavingthetrackofhissongacrossthehushoftheevening.
Hisvillagehomelaythereattheendofthewasteland, beyondthesugar-canefield, hiddenamongtheshadowsofthebananaandtheslenderarecapalm, thecocoa-nutandthedarkgreenjack-fruittress.
Istoppedforamomentinmylonelywayunderthestarlight, andsawspreadbeforemethedarkenedearthsurroundingwithherarmscountlesshomesfurnishedwithcradlesandbeds, mothers’ heartsandeveninglamps, andyounglivesgladwithagladnessthatknowsnothingofitsvaluefortheworld.
