The Dizzy Day. Poem by Ibekwe chisom

The Dizzy Day.



Beneath the roots of
sleeping leaves,

and the dreams of trees
unfold,

when England's lands are green and cool,

and the wind is in the west,

come back to me
come back to me

and say my land is best,
sleep little child,
heed no nightly noise,
sleep till morning light.

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Ibekwe chisom

Ibekwe chisom

st Thereasa, Anambra state
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