The Foot Print Poem by David Oladipupo Olorunshola

It is so gigantic

And so deep on the ground

Who could have made it?

No other one; but this

Except this single one

It is a foot print

Along a muddy part by the farm

The road that leads to

The next village beyond

Just after the break of dawn

Before the early commute

To the farm place.

I rose early to go to

The next village beyond

I saw the foot print

Made by a large and

Gigantic foot; the spirits

The gods must have paid a visit

A visit from the gods

Leaving is foot print

Is not only mysterious

But a sign,

Of an impeding

Visitation from the

Spirit world.