The Iroko Tree Poem by Doris Dzameshie

The Iroko Tree



She walks with long strides

Gyrating, oh what gyration!

Hips made from chocolate

Her feet greets the ground



Happiness meets the Iroko tree

Gyrating oh, what gyration!

Yet, tall as the Iroko tree

Her feet greets the ground



Sorrow meets the Iroko tree

Gyrating, oh what gyration

Deeply rooted in mother earth

Her feet greets the ground

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