Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: trees

  • Muse: The Happy Wind

    Poem: The Happy Wind Greet the happy wind, Tell him when I waved My fingers got him bursted When morning dew is upon the tree line The sky is sometimes blue and grass is green Far up the blue horizon the sun shine Birds sing from the trees all morning Yet the happy wind: timid…

  • View from my Backyard

    Beware! There’s a furry ninja lurking in the shadows of this tree! Like when you see him in this slow-mo vid. The trees here are home to many squirrels and birds and it’s just at my backyard! I have known these squirrels since I was a kid. This morning I patiently waited to watch them…

  • How I see trees

    It’s grandeur how trees culture mushrooms, Gathering all little termites to themselves And providing their needs of shelter and food Their branches are playground for monkeys and flies, They shed leaves which serve as bed for worms below Birds nest and sing from the farthest of leaves, Squirrels hide and seek, throwing nuts at strangers…

  • The African Palm Tree

    The palm tree is one of the strongest trees in the world. In tropical Africa, this plant grow wild, though it’s now cultivated. In Igbo land, the leaves, barks and roots is used to produce different kinds of medicine. The boiled seeds serve as food and the oil is used for cooking. The wood is…

  • Let us take a Walk

     Now let us take a walk through the pine forest Through the shed which the forest provides Through the pathway where the leaves form a cushion Through the place where the squirrels make an abode And the darkness of the shrubs a shed from the noon Come let us take a walk through the lands…

  • The Tree leaves fall

    Permit me a sec before reading this piece. I am pained to see the world destroy green life, I feel the grieve of these wonderful creatures, I feel even worse knowing I might not be able to save all the trees from the cruelty of my own kind. You all know that the trees are…

  • The Palm Tree

    I wonder why it is called a tree Yet she is dressed like a masquerade With thorny arms raised to deliver a blow And fins to wade thru a turbulent storm Dangerous as she looks, She is quietly harmless Swerving from one wind to another She enjoy the attention of the airs When there is…

  • Five Poems

    The wind grows soft and dry It passes messages fast forgotten For in its speed, it is lost The pines whistle, men stay to listen When the fruits fall off the trees It thunders upon the quiet ground And little stray ants wonder If the world had come to an end If Grapes ever had…

  • Some Tales of the Wildwoods 2

    There’s a land behind those hills Covered in the forest A green foliage; brushes and roots All the time the Clouds are blue And the king of the Forest Do fall in love with it When the cloud blushes It rains softly; mildly And the little creatures Which live in the land Look up to…

  • Musing: Loneliness

    A writers love is like a tree On a lonely roadside With no one to feel Or to sooth away some pain When the tree waves The leaves about on calm winds It says a lot But it is lonely And when the stubborn storms Shove it about, to and fro It stands but broken…

  • Maker of Poetry

    Now poetry had it all A way of life, dreams and fancy When we wake, it sings At bedtime it comes around In the fields, in the airs On the back of the Camels On automobiles on the streets It is on the food we eat Can you hear it pray ‘eat me?’ The fishes…

  • Under the Baobab

    Tonight we will sit under the Baobab To scratch each others back And we shall let all the children Gather about us, happily Tonight the moon shall visit us With his smiles and dimples And a tale shall be told With all sleepy eyes listening Tonight the squirrels will listen As we tell of great…

  • Another Musing

    The air blows out there And it shoves my friend around Here, a cricket calls out mildly Thru its dark hidden caves And light moths congregate on my lamp dancing excitedly Forgetting too soon the dangers of the lamps prisoner There’s no moon tonight The clouds were usually quiet Now and again, the Wind bullies…

  • A Tale of the Trees

    Tonight, it is airy And I can hear voices I heard the Pine trees whisper To all trees, Baobabs, Oaks; and the bald Owl A tale of the nights With the Moon on guard The Wild Plums struggling to stay awake To hear the tale of the trees ‘Listen brethren, I get a tale’ The…