by Awosusi Oluwatope
Published on: May 1, 2004
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Type: Poetry

Worried

I am worried
About my future
I shall not be tried
To work for great future


Soldier-ants

Soldier-ants marching on the field
Soldier-ants moving around the tree
Soldier-ants moving round the tree
I want to climb; leave the tree


It

The teacher has a chalk
And he is writing with it
The carpenter has a saw
And he is cutting with it
John has a ball
And he is playing with it
I pick up a fork
And I am eating with it


Candle

When I need you most
You come to an end
I need your light but -
You put me in darkness
I cannot see:
Your smoke and fire anymore
Oh! Candle is that -
The way you will leave me
Candle will you come back?
So that you can save me from darkness
Candle! Candle! Candle!
Please, come back


Little Bird

Up, up, up, little bird goes
I like the way it flies
Over and over
Little bird flies
On and on
I like the way it flies
Round and round

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