A NIGHT BEFORE HARMATTANA Poem by Otonye Daniel
I sat, i watched..
The sorrowing wind groveling by- slowly slowly; i sat, by my fiery friend, my torch.. As murmuring leaves stuttered a goodbye Mumbling from side to side While farewel is bade; to a weather sweat and mild.. The grasses, they danced a slow tune- Crooned by the wind.. I sat, i watched.. My witness was the moon 'Tis a doleful welcome ceremony Fit for the coming tyrant- my pity, for these greens; they'l soon be frail and browny- And pale, and dormant.. OH brook and loft watered stream! Hurry now, crave the hands of mother-sea The coming man is harsh and thirsty; ne'er gleam' Warm wind, find a frock of sweater Quickly, quickly- ere you turn cold.. 'Tubers- tubers', tell the farmer.. Swift comes his foe, from timings old.. Hurry, hurry flowers Find a hiding place Ere your petals sweet and supple Turn frail and crisp.. Scurry, scurry rose maidens Oil thy phloem's clothings Ere harmattan comes with its chiding; be quail- Ere its stern caress turns thee, dry n pale.. I sit, i watch- leaves in melancholy cheer Spending the last breath of a pitying weather -holding conciousness that; harmattan is near Brave gentle greens, waiting death; waiting to wither- Should men be brave and united as you.. Glory-glory, will be; all we'll chew.. © 2012 Otonye DanielReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 14, 2012 Last Updated on September 14, 2012 AuthorOtonye Danielport harcourt, NigeriaAboutA teen coctus spectabliss.. Loving poetry as the wind love the roses... more..Writing
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