Shepherd’s Tale

Sweet are memories of the fields-
Valley greens and blue clouds,
The frolicsome rabbits and slow worms,
All shades of flowers and singing birds
Replay on the shepherd’s mind

In the morning, was a light shower
The path wet with dew- Heaven’s water
But the sheep went happy, through the misty path
When evening came, the sun’s heat became softer
As the shepherd boy called his flock to gather

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at

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