Code Blue

From the death of night awake and free

Roused by songs from sweet pine trees

While strokes from ledgers urge me on

With anxious steps I hail the sleepy lawn.

Beneath my feet the green of day -

Lush nature's carpet softly lay

Sodden still, by breaths of morning dew

As grey dawn fades to skies of blue.

Further and further forth I must go

To the streets and places that I know

Where man to man I'd joust and play

And count my tokens at the end of day

By Hope Kalé Ewusi ©