Asogbo - Poem by Bolami lawal
O! Daughter of purity
fixed between a cluster of hills
laying low, but well guarded;
behold thou crawling giant
brewing from the deepest
heart of mother earth
streaming forth with grace-
Asogbo; sought by all,
The pride of ISHARA!
Thy spring was pure,
thy stillness engulfed the air
and the trees leaped forth in homage.
But, at noon
Asogbo was troubled;
troubled by the many calls of children,
renowned was the rude wake
of their different calabashes,
Yet; each child was a delight to watch
as they displayed their skills;
gathered from continuous visits
descending or ascending the hills of Asogbo.
How am filled with nostalgia,
memories of each step taken
as i hurried down those hills
quietly smiling into her warm embrace-
So; when at twilight
her bosom was rested,
the forest is muted,
muted; for the goddess of streams
lay to sleep!
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