My Street Poem by Nthikeng Daniel

My street
Along your grounds I was a lawn,
Grew on the branches of your tree as a leave
Around your face the dust was blown,
The scent of your flowers my lungs would conceive

Oh my street, my stem
I am a rooted tree because of your fertile grounds,
You gave me a poem to sing your anthem
Your music was as easy as it sounds.

Oh my street, my pride
We would stay under the shades of your love,
Eat the fruits from your showering sky,
Oh my street, my dove
Your tree withered from the storms of the modern days
You are no more, and your song is a different place