EVENING
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Poem by Abiola Adedoyin |
When evening comes
The sun goes away.
Bird’s find their nests
And the wandering treads
It’s homeward way treads
The hens with the chick’s
Make for the kitchen
The Market women pack thier wares
The street are busy
And smoke meander from the kitchen
When evening comes
When evening comes
The scholars, to whom time is precious
Rushes though the last few pages of his books
The farmers, hardworking as Usual,
The. Bricklayer clean himself
Gather his tools, for the day’s work is done.
Olanle Abiola Adedoyin
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