THE HORRIBLE MUD
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Poem by Abiola Adedoyin |
Wandering thro’ the forest
Laughing my way home
I found a gliding stream
Bright as sliver
I looked at my reflection in it and
A happy smile covered my face
As if bewitched by it
I found my way into the stream, which
Has over flowed it’s banks
Covering the mat plantation
There were the fishes
Swimming past my legs
As I paddled my way through the stream
Unaware the mat plantation was muddy
I found myself stuck
How I stuggled to be free
But all was in vain and
All at once my joy vanished
The fishes , the lovely sliver steam and the plants
That surrounded me were no more there
All I knew was fear but I did not despair
So there I stayed hoping
That soon I will find my way out
The stream glided it’s way merrily past me
The wind gentle rocked the ripples past my neck
The green mat plant all standing.
Like soldier looking down on me strangely
And there was my captor
The more I begged it to let me go
The more it held further I went
As last I gave up
Not hoping but praying that all may soon end
But there i stayed
Until a fisherman strayed by
And pulled me out
Oh what a sight
But I was not angry
Nor was I ashamed
At my horrible state
But sand my way home
For I have learnt
THAT ALL THAT GLISTERS IS NOT GOLD
Olanle Abiola Adedoyin
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