In The Middle Of The Field Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

In the middle of the field,
With the muse of sweet love;
And, a wise son.
Oh the Mount of Beauty!
Born to win,
And, born to gain;
However, manind is appointed to suffer along the mus eof life.
Muse, life, joy, peace, love!
With the works of the truth;
Being guided with the laws,
However, i am now out of the mouth of the lion!
Because, somebody was waiting for my downfall.
The muse of life and the muse of love!
To prove all things and, to hold on to the truth;
With the oil of gladness.
Modest appeal!
The love of the aroma of romance,
Of the ultimate result;
In the middle of the field.
For the first time!
Like a dream come true;
And, to be schooled to become a bard,
In my neighbourhood.
Love, life, peace, joy, unity, humility, compassion!
Like the passion of the burning spear;
And like the muse of a native in the land of lions and elephants,
But, this date will always be remembered in my calendar.