Okechukwu’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: farmer

  • A Farmer’s Love Song

    I picked a pretty fruit Which reminds me of you Grey eyes and elegant There are many fruits But you are just exotic A fine and pretty sight You are an amazing fruit Like the seed of Sunflower Sweet to keep my days light You have become my fruit The sunshine after darkness My best…

  • Happy New Year

    Morning of 31 December: I helped process cassava harvested from our farm. You might notice I haven’t been regular since new year’s eve. It’s part of my duty to work in the farm when I travel home. Processing cassava is a hectic task and I tend to sleep off each night without writing or reading.…

  • The path to Harvest

    Joy is the fruit blossomed in the heart of the farmer His smiles are meshed with the days toil and sweat Patches of brown earth possess a part of his tired face On his shoulders he carries a huge basket with some tools And now it is harvest time…   Now the fields are ripe,…

  • Musing: Song of a Farmer

    I just picked a fruit Beautiful. Reminds me of you Grey eyes and elegant There are many fruits But this one is purely exotic A fine and pretty sight You are an amazing fruit Like the yellow Sunflower You, my boring days light You have become my fruit The sunshine after my dark My friend;…

  • A farmers smile

    The days work is done The farmer return with smiles The mother hold the little one And welcome him who labor The infant grips the fathers arm Afraid not to let go A lullaby from this voice he waits for “All is well” A tale of farmlore The strength of the farmer Gone beyond the…

  • The Summer’s Tale

    When summers arrive The flowers bloom in red and pink The clouds are proud under a mild sun Joy brings hope, connecting the bridges The green fields grow We see farmers sowing. The summer leaves change hue Blowing a hearty kiss While her cold, monstrous nephew Comes to take what was once bliss The nights…

  • the Farmer

    What beautiful things a farmer can be The late night he dreams of his cattle The other days dream was for the pigs And always the sweet music of the farm Comes to him as an embrace What beautiful things a shepherd can do At the call of the Rooster, early morning He, off his…