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Walk In The Wood

I needed it
To walk in the wood
Under the shade of the trees,
Unpadded feet over grass-
I needed to find my thought
It is what I always do
When I had work to do
To act it up deliberately
As good poets always do
I walk, talk and heard the wind
By the oak wood thirty feet or more high
Whispering through the trees
With a sound of its own
Clapping leaves, chirping insect calling
Making a tune in line with my thoughts,
I needed to be here and write about Africa,
A familiar scenery to act up ones thought.
Where the creek flows by the narrow streamlet
Were I can act my past and my past becoming me

Written by Omosun Nurudeen Sylvester


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