Idyll Of The Village Farmyard Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Let the bicycles, wheel around the clan
Trample the palm leaves, left by naughty sprogs;
Blaze firewood awaken by a fan,
Creeping garter snakes, are maul'd by farm dogs.

Propagation begins
Cultivation is come
From cut stems or seedlings
Buried on the ground's dome.


The lazy ones relax under the shade;
The actives till the soil, till blisters
Tend their hands, till the harsh sun silhouette and fade
Beyond; above the dim cloud's banisters.

When twilight came, we gather'd round the farm,
To feast on solit'ry stray'd goats or hogs,
Along with refreshing palm oil and yam
Chatting, nois'ly while sitting on farm logs.

Tell the idyll message
About this farmyard spree;
From the pen of a sage
Who truly could be, me.