Harmonious, it chirps a song
But guess what may
The boy didn't like the sound
And the bird didn't mind either
It sings very sweet melodies
Of his forgotten memories
Of the night
Of the candle
And whoo,he threw his hand about
And the bird takes a reluctant flight
He flies to history
Written in crystals blue on the sky
And deracinate a sprig of Acacia
Again on the tree she settles
Alas,she is back,the boy cried
And the bird stead of singing and wings flapping
Was quiet with her sprig of Acacia
To the boy a gift
And as the boy picked a stone throw
The bird maintained its position undisturbed
Releases the stone to the bird kill
The boy abruptly wondered why
A bird didn't make a move at a gesture
Of a stone throw but rather was still and chose death
Regret in the boy's heart much
A bird lies ground dead
And the boy confused watched
What a mystical tragedy, he thought
He looks into the sky and the sun slapped him hard
An omen!
An omen!!
An omen!!!,he emitted a long cry
As he contemplates on what the Freemason had him taught
Omens speak the language of the world,the boy recollected
And only he who hears the winds and smell of the deserts
Knows of why the day dies at 24
And the teeth of man is fully grown at 32
And he who has understudied King Solomon
And has mastered the science of geometry
Will he appreciate the language of the world,he further remembers
And he laid the bird in a grave
Stuck the sprig of Acacia
At the head of the grave
And draws a triangle with a circle
And within the circle two tangents travelling at parallel roads
And he wept and laughed
And danced and understood why he was born a Mason
So he walks in tears, expecting tomorrow to come quick
Anticipation, Anxiety
Makes him cry the more
And awaits his initiation......
( What literary name is given to a poem in a novel?......don't know myself,whether there exist such a thing.)
Excerpt of the novel 'The Freemason and The Boy' by Oppong Clifford Benjamin' (Manuscript)
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