A Tale of The Wild Woods 3: Summer Returns

And when the beautiful summer happened to come…

Upon the glades and vales of the wildwoods
The Mountain stood quietly by the forest side
Sniffing the sweet smell come from fresh growing flower shrubs
The happy birds come flying back home
Followed by all pretty insects and the boar herd
The skies are tinted with blue skirmish
Sometimes it seemed it will rain, but it wouldn’t
The tomatoes ripen fast and blush deeply
Whenever the black beetles walk up to her for a little chat
The sun shine brightly, amused at all reunions
The fine community knew many, many happy times
This was one of those beautiful moments, exhilarating
Antelopes walk majestically beneath the tree branches
And squirrels hide behind the branches, watching
“Awww, do you see that?” the pink footed Doves quiz themselves
For in a sudden, a young seed came sprouting from the last snow dot
How joyful it was, the Mountain wore a dark gown
Wondering who dared to admire her triangular shape
For her lover, the cold Ice-King had travelled far, far away to another land
Carrying with himself; all stray winds, both little and mighty
To find another lover, but she believed not that
For she heard it as a rumor from the busybody grey Wolf
The Pines look quite taller, for the snow has left their frost-bitten roots
And when they look down, they feel good about themselves
“Oh, how awfully painful the frost bite was on our foot”
The crickets wonder, leaping from a grass leaf to another
Allowing the wet airs to sift through their fine long body muscles
“The dead Earth is alive!” They yell in utmost joy and unison
“Look at the Mountain, must she dress scantily
Now the Ice-King has no use for her iniquities?”
A confused Wolf said, hiding his face from the suns light
“And what beauty she has brought forth”, a confused Linnet replied
“The flowers blossom in magnificent desires
The tree leaves are greener, and the airs milder
But are all these, the only wealth of the summer?”
The philosophical Woodpecker asked as he shook his head
For to him, the soul of living and happiness
Comes not in the summer nor the winter


This is the third in the series of Wildwood poetry written and posted in this blog.


Thoughts on Loneliness

Being lonely is by no means a wrong or painful venture. It doesn’t suggest that someone is unwanted in the society or is running the isolationist policy. Infact, being lonely most times creates the atmosphere for self reflection, for self discovery and for quiet times. Some times we hear introverts say a lot about loving to be alone and we wonder what this might have in connection to the truth behind self-reflection and loneliness. I may not call myself a whole introvert, but I love being alone. Infact in my loneliness, I think out loud. I take in my environment and let my environment do same. It is not the same as wishing people away as most introverts do. I feel more at ease when I am alone. I converse with my mind and as a poet I create poetic structures in my mind. In some parts of West Africa especially in secondary schools, those who prefer to stay alone are normally misunderstood. Some people go as far as tagging them ogbanje, witches or possessed persons. As I grew up I came to see the link between self reflection and hanging out by yourself. If you need more inspiration, I suggest hanging out by yourself on a beach, safari, bar, fields and even anywhere that allows you self reflect and spend time with yourself near your home.




Obedience is a function of humility

For through life’s ups and downs;

In Wealth, great Fame or Beauty

It speaks greater of a man than gold coins


Obedience is why Abraham was richly blessed,

For he traveled away to a place where he knew not

With trust in God as a guide, through desolate and rich lands

He went, without a morsel of fear or doubt

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