Traveller The sun had gone to sleep The moon was shy to peep He entered a snoring city Walked calmly and a sung a ditty Hoping to catch a glance So far, tired and was in trance A traveller is always a stranger Everything around seems a danger But he keeps walking in his black lounge suit Whispering a prayer and gives a bite of fruit The night grew older and he colder When comes the morning light To bring warmth and might Will this night not die or collapse Many of questions he raps Stared his wrist, it was almost oclock Then at another turn, he saw a block Full of light and fun within Stepped closer, knocked with a grin Many a man dressed like him Dinning,smiling, and singing hymn Excuse me Man, whence come you? He answered Africa Wither directing your course, he said a hotel Am sorry, this is a masonic Temple He threw his bag far away and gave off a wild smile Stretched his hand for a grip, the other man took it And the next was a wide hug and pull into the building Brethren, This man has come to us a stranger But I vouch Him a Brother, May anyone try him and prove him ALL Exclaimed : OOOOHH WONDERFUL MASON, I SEE YOU HAVE TRAVELLED SOME. Come,eat,drink, a home you have earned. A journey you will continue in company of worthy men. By Bro. Oppong Clifford Benjamin
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 18:25:58 +0000
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