precious time take me
take me to whence mother's arm
keep me kindly warmth
whence dreaming was fun
and castle cost less to build
since it was on beach's sand
take me to nearby bush
where the stream is comforting
keeping us cool through heated noon
take me to chilly night
when cheerful voices sang
melodies under delightful moon
whence the harmattan cool
forced kids to the burning fire
prompting stories that shaped minds
precious time take me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem okim.