WHEN THE SUN GOES LOW

                                                  WHEN THE SUN GOES LOW

                                                   Josephat S. Hema

There's a place,a place to grow,
               To start afresh,and learn to crawl,
There's a space,a room to extol,
                 You take a case,and stand up tall.

There's a race,a time to flow,
             A way to chase,and grow from small,
A run so classy,no hope to throw,
             A count of pace,a honour to bow.

You make my trace,when the Sun goes low,
            I will lie with peace,no time to howl,
My valuable chance,to the cornered  hall,
            There's a magical warmth,the best i know.

Home's a place,sweetest i know,
          A place to face,a shinning glow,
No cloudy ice,no capping snow,
         A place of grace,love and control.