Linden: Age of Innocence
copyright 2011 K. Omodele
Gentle breeze hoists clouds, lifts away a storm
Parakeets chat harmonize innocence
Boats glide lazily ‘pon a black river stream
Sun-molten, tar road winds thru innocence
Trains haulin’ bauxite ricket up a storm
Three times each day a horn bellows a stream
Now time’s rolled by like that black river stream
did glide. Life’s a bowed coconut tree in storm
which snap-whips all semblance of innocence.
copyright 2011 K. Omodele
yep…yep! captured perfectly
@Devon… I miss the staggering amount of fruit trees.
you definitely can write… you always capture the essence of a place. I'm ready for the book! ((i))
((i)) *with humility* I will do my best not to disappoint the Empress.