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One day a black beetle
Sat amused at the sight
Of her neighbour from her tree shed
“Oh how awful you look”
She would say, grinning
“You werent like this
Some few months ago!”
“How do I look?”
The Corn asked blushing
“You look stalky, long and hairy
I dont like hairy guys!”
“Well we dont make
Ourselves do we fair lady?”
The Hairy Corn asked
She had decided to ignore him

But when the harvest had come
And the men move about picking
The Corn heads on the fields
And the tree was cut to let
The tractors move in
The little beetle saw how much
She had missed the hairy Corn

I found love in the air I breath
Love in the waving trees
Love in life, wild and close
Love in a friendly dogs stare
In the dark blue skies
I found love in your eyes
I found love loving
Love in giving
And love in being with Nature

Now I found love today! Guess what I had a swell time with Turbo, a little neighbors dog and a goat tethered by a tree side. I never met these two guys before, but I played all the time with them. I fed the goat with ripe guava fruits and Turbo was up, yanking his tail from side to side waiting to taste the fruit- he did lick it! Turbo would lay on the floor raise legs up and allow me scratch his fluffy hairs, I almost cried for this little impact. I wish these animals could read poetry! The other emotional time was when I was about to move out, Turbo followed and led the way, I had to plead for this little fellow to return home. I guess it”s time I spend more time with more of these creatures. It was just a beautiful experience.

When summers come around
The flowers bloom, red, pink
The clouds are proud with mild sun
Joy gives hope, the bridges a link
The green fields grow
We see the farmers sow

The summer leaves, taking the hue
Blowing all a hearty kiss
As her cold monstrous nephew
Comes taking the once a bliss
The nights turn cruel
As we eat from a bowl

The white clouds wear a scorn
The trees still lay a friend
As the Earths whiteness is done
And hearts are torn and broken
The moon stays all night
But the morrow it was a blight

The hills covered with snow
The cold eats the flesh
Man and beast lay low
And strange concoctions meshed
A bird flies over the blue cloud
And a smile grows; proud

The Earth gets colder
Lost on her way home
She stays a stranger
Fearing all mans shouts and booms
Praying that a bird flew up the heights
To live solemnly up, up the skies

So the sun rise quietly
Behind the hill in the hamlet
A smile spreads across the clan
Children, pets: dogs and cats
Boys with catapults and traps
Girls with baskets for water
Men gather, ready for a hunt
And the women make soup
So the day wakes the clan
And the clan makes the day

Cold morning
Monster weather
Heaven filters in
Her dew and airy lather
We stare, we shake
The cold kept us awake

The rain falls softly
It falls light on me
And it minds not why
Amazed of such
One of uncertainty
Of the rain drops falling
On I who was a bloodline

Break the kola
Wave the palm frond
Call the wind, and …
And listen carefully
For the mother of the rain

Muster some courage
Stand with the dark clouds
The Storm comes
But the Storm must falter!

Now the rain falls on me
Soaking the dusts below
Clogging my footwear
On a carefree evening

The first breath I take
On such a day
Is one of freedom!

I wonder how you sniff out my sugar
The trails to my little cupboard stands
The taste beckons to you,

And when I return from my issues, weary
I see you and your brethren
Mocking my ever precious sugar!

When nights come
We run around
We play about
We sing to the Moon
And she blushes all the while

When the nights come
The crickets call out
From hidden “shriekadels”
A fortress of hope
Portraying the beauty of the night

When nights come
We see the bats fly
In haste to somewhere
We watch in awe
As they fly away

When nights come
It brings joy
And much laughter
And what a relieve
It is from the hot sun?

Musing: Lesson

This evening, watching the ants A good lesson came by Keep love in your heart And every challenge is conquered Oiroegbu Halls

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