Searching for Summer

Written by: Abdulhafeez Oyewole

#ONE#

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?

#TWO#

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