The Girl From My Village Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Among these passive corals, the trend of this lonely path
They shook off the dust from souls
amidst another hot season of the year
The streamers are all on their bowels

Then I strode down this scorching sun,
among all were how my barrow wheels sneezed and laughed
all through the lonely paths with me full of thoughts
Today these paths were quiet with no damsel nor old alike

Suddenly, I saw this glare picture girl,
indeed the girl from my village cage
She avoided my choky voice,
neither did she peep through my trendy face
She pop and shyly hid her fruitful chest
She quickly rose the bubbles off my mind
She accepted my water jar not me ofcourse
she still sang with a lofty voice
The best in this remote place I thought

As I rumbled and trunked through this way home
I drift and chat through thoughts and temptations
The fruitful chest that appeared ripe
The bargain it must have struck in mencity
The chariots on which she rode their lustful souls
Like Medusa calling only to make us eternal statues

Then Mr. Echa cut through my thoughts
The hello that seemed to dim my egret soul
Just then, this girl appeared in a distant shaft
She majestically manifested her tidy state
The grasses seemed to be praising her gaze
She rode and cut us by as if to say hello that never came

I could no longer risk the tale but tail along,
I cajoled in her student life
She shyly avoided my gaze
She slowed her trendy footsteps
I perceived to enchant her more
Still paving a way through her mind

Just then my path ended the other way round
This I know was not a lurking corner
Although the girl from my village
was not a shattered dream
But a tourist plight in Amecity