Paradise On Earth Poem by Tony Adah

Home is where my umbilicus
Was buried
Where those hills meet
And pave a trail to the neighborhood
Where the springs whisper their
Forlorn songs on a tiring journey
That I travel with them
Where the hoes craft a thousand
Hairstyles on the head of the earth,
Those terraces that nurture the old
The young and the unborn.

Here's my home
Where the birds perch on this bough
Dry, broken or whole
And render songs that sweep the world
There's no place like here
Though despised of dirt
We must pay a golden price
Of little brooms in our hands
Sweep the ground and soon
Beauty like from the heavens
Will take a toll of our land
A paradise on earth.