The Shepard's Of Arcadia 16 Poem by Felix Emeka George

Today again I remember
The talking winding
Curling agonizing
And I now feel a lesson on my skull
Because when I turn here,
Nobody was there
And when I turn there,
Nobody was here
I started walking to the ridges - sides
And like mad I called papa! Mama!

I left my voice increase in the calling
To a call that cannot be answered
And wish it rings on in their ears
Alas! I do not know the talking way
Of the men in the world beyond:
I would have call the dead, my parent's
To look and to see my love
The remembering in loving memories
And for them to repent in their silent
And deaf ears,
And listen to my wailing tears.