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Reflecting On Simpler Times
I don't know who will read these words
To search them hard for meaning As I struggle to make you feel with me The Simpler Childhood days. Mango trees and Coconut fronds Waving their little bellies in the tropical breeze. The gentle rain that touched my tongue To engrave a cacophony of voices. And the smell of the sea, salty and fresh Where it touches the sky. But now I have become alienated , Just like the yellow canary bird That responds and follows the song of another And flies right into a trap , And will forever regret Following the song of the mate. Now I understand how that yellow bird must have felt After loosing its cherished freedom , To sing again and again To lure the next unsuspecting bird . Part Two Of The Series Of Poems :MEMORIES OF HOME..Dedicated To The Memory Of My Mother..Mrs Margaret Ellen Dedei Addo...1914-2002 |
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