Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: Memories

  • To my childhood…

    I like to watch the sun rise, to wait while she cast her beauty on earth, So I wake early to fly my kite, to gather the stray bugs, worms and locust, The fields are my playground, a partner to hides and seek, I watch the sun, her golden smile, and light it brought to…

  • Homecoming

    Mama is waiting The hills too! The road is slow I hear her call… I’m coming mother, I’m coming home!

  • A poem to my Childhood

    I like to watch the sunrise So early I rise to fly my kite Clouds are my playground, I look to the sun to see her smile And to the butterfly that dress in fine colors, I dug a pole for my little mast on the sand Waiting for the moon to rise again I…

  • Memories

    Memories are sweet or sad moments that live with us Like the gladness the rains give when we sleep at night Or the painting of da Vinci that lived past his ingenuity Memories are penned down in our hearts Throwing flowers to paths we trod once, Walking down the steps that held our homes And…

  • 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;…