THE UDARA TREE. New poem

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How sweetly of that tree

That Udara tree

To harbour my love and I

As we pet and snuggle and osculate

To serve drops of water from above

That I shared on my woman’s lips

At night on its waist

Around around we run

As cocks crow on its giant roots

Traffickers sit and trade

In the eve leaned on its trunk

Eri makers drum aloud

At dusk as they go, still

Fluting, maidens jiggle their waists

Giving her branches to fondling birds

Behold a weary soul

Took his neck around a string to it

And perished like a frog

That udara tree was sacredly knifed

Albeit as woods to boil our maize





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