The region that makes my blood grow green
Where are you in this pastoral's den?
Your vivid eyes is now poor like muddy hut
What has really come over you?
Behold our pebbles of gold and our planting grown
Ona, What is next to god you want?
Your nerve is forgotten so soon
Our share of roses and dine in the garden
It seem so soon, it is drying out from your memory
Our share of chopper and run for grasshopper
Honey, can't you call those days back
Our lone under the forest trees
Have you forgot our prayer for success
And our collective effort for your journey abroad...
...My lady, I will wait for many time
Because only you can complete me
My Summer, if to remain a pole with no hold
So long as you will return, I will not mind.
For your Light is my strength in the field
And brilliant kisses around natures are memories unforgotten.
Let someone please find me my summer
And tell her to come back home.
BY: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole