/OUR HOUSE IN AFRICA
/POEMS /OUR HOUSE IN AFRICA Our house in Africa A mud walled house which sat On surroundings large but neat Her cap of old thatch And a fence of bamboo. Our house in Africa Her facade marked by chalk paint Generous clay on entrance lobby The family courtyard spread And a front gate of bamboo. Our house in Africa She overlooked the iroko tree Who grew strong from the ages His strong boughs far spread And against perilous tempest. Our house in Africa Overlooked a virgin forest And the iroko's cultured root Evergreen tree whose foliage smoked From religious fires at his foot. Our house in Africa In those dark days birds nested Many coloured and speckled birds On the revered iroko of our ancestors Who clothed the iroko tree. Our house in Africa Today birds hover about the forest And her defiled remains in total disconnect From the Gmelina trees that now s...