Jane Lamar Poem by EZEKIEL MAU

JANE LAMA
Ever told you,
about this wood?
About her color?
About her pictureque,
about her odour?
A1 for the vegas culture,
she king amidst
the bottle trees.
Hostility is a vagabon
under her reign...
Though earth around her,
is fat
she awaits yet;
to get watered
by the farmer
And maybe a branch could,
reachout for his tendering
touch.
OH! ! ! ! ! ! dear farmer,
look not away
that she withers not
when the summer calls
-EKERENDU EZEKIEL