Village Song Poem by Tony Adah

I do not want
To leave this enclave
Where when hunger strikes
And I miss into the colour
Of the bush to fetch nature's
Bounties into my china ware
Or where mama's remnants
Of yesterday's food kills
The pangs of hunger
In my tummy.

Where hunters gather
At the village slaughter
With a display of their slaughtered games
Where bamboos and silk cotton trees
Hide me away from the horrid sun.

Where the reeks
Of papa's palmwine quenches
My yearning taste
Under the bright
Moonlight of folklore.

Where the town's
Hustling bustling is absent
Where the factories fuming stains
Of cosmopolitan air
Is a daydream.

Where the resplendent streams
Are Innocent of gushing sewage
Where I sleep
In the abode of nature's bossom
Where squirrels frolick
In a dance of the forest.

Where nightingales twitter
In sweet melodies
And unperturbed breeze
From the swaying tree branches
Communes with my waiting nostrils.

Where we open the
Tummy of the earth
To hide our crops
For a bumper harvest
Where market
Forces are remote
And fuel scarcity is strange
In the weary ears of the pedestrian.

Where manscape communes
With landscape for the common good
And I do not want to
Leave this enclave
Where under the cool trees
I have stayed alone
Contemplating nature's benevolence
Under here
Where my poem is crafted.