Yenagoa Of My Dream Poem by Ebi Robert

As the plane welcomed the pilot jargon,
And accelerated up to the sky towards the south,
My practitioner of thought amazed
My soul with wonderful scenes of beauty, O' I see!

I see a city shinning with the greatest of golden lights,
I see a city changing with charming charms, O I see!
I see a land ruled by holy honest men, O I see
I see a city's river with current guarded by bronze filament O' I see!

I see the colours of the lights securing the streets
The lights of the colours of the light is seen is a vision
The vision I see is the mission of a ripen resurrection
They are colours seemed to be formed out of this earth

I saw a street glistened with the best of tiles
I saw various vases growing into florets
Long I see and won't fail to tell
Of the zebra blocks carried by the ginger gravels,

The boundary of solar poles and handsome figurine

I approached the 'Swali' laurel,
And saw gossamer of earth tied
To a street fence on a boundary to a corner gantry
I saw an inscription written: 'caution'
And knew the city had custom

I knew more
As I and my Goer proceeded to a dark ground
Bearing two caterpillars,
A Muslim man sharing a seed of ground with a Christian
And a traditionalist who had poured libations to the earth

I understood better the meaning of freedom
And a city of freedom
I thought my dream was over even in my dream
But no, it wasn't.

My Goer headed north-ward,
And there I saw the dinner of beauty I had missed
I saw 'THE SIA SIA STADIUM' carpeted with ice-blue grasses
The reflection freed the indigenes from traded lamps

I also saw the mistle-toe of heaven gate
Rounded with pastel flowers and crafted canoe-riders,
the glade where the tourist was made is a paradise to wish for
I saw the buds sprinkling his powder off the gate gardenia

I viewed the fluorescent of the lanes as it went pit-a-pat
I never knew my trousers were soaked with spittle;
Spittle tripping from my mouth
I never knew where I was by then until I saw the gigantic board
whispering to me 'GOODBYE FROM BAYELSA'
from the ‘THE GLORY OF ALL LAND'

Then I knew out of my dream in one dream
that I was only beginning another trip from 'MBIAMA'
to the famous 'GARDEN CITY' -