Song of the Savanah

by Jide Ilebiyi

What a marvel nature is
How it invokes delight’s presence
And brings heartfelt bliss
At the manifest of its whole essence

Behold the savannah in its bloom
Green troops rejoicing at drought’s doom
The baobabs sprouting leaves in turn
With open arms reaching out to the sun

For farmers its time to harvest
Hoes and axes rise from their rest
The herdsmen lead out the cattle in rows
They in happiness let out merry lows

At nightfall they let off work’s girth
Men women and children sit on the bare earth
With ecstasy they listen to the rhapsode
As to heroes he sings odes

The wind echoes the sound of the flute
 The kaakaki the gourd and the lute
Even the spirits move melodious
To the rhythm that holds them rapturous

Spirits, those of the great men, dead
Lovers of ordered rhythm
Bestowed the powers of mysticism
Upon all whose spirit begged

Song of the Savanah by Jide Ilebiyi

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