2014

By the channels of inspiration

The echoes are calling.

And deep within me,

I can hear their heart cry.

I saw the maidens with their long skirts

And the men with their dirt-stained boots;

I saw the waterfalls drip

And splatter on the rocks.

And do you know how happy I am,

To poem their lives,

In the pages of my book?

Who will not want to write

When he see the beauty of earth?

And the crumbling shadows of life?

And so, like a fork in the path of life,

I began to write

And paint pictures that are sweet,

Truthful and strangely revealing.

©Okunola Peace.

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