Home sweet home
like a king upon a throne
even so is the feeling
these streets that welcome me, a greeting
seeing the prophet Anokye with
the replica of the golden stool, this
offering a rest, enough-though
i shall walk the world, cold
the thought of the warm winds smile to me and
every next passer-by a friend
herbs green the roadways
as cure pours from the sun rays
love of home
imprinted deep within my very bone
Home sweet home
OTADEE
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