dreams from my childhood
have long passed away
one thing from my childhood I keep
the deep solace of a song
should that ever leave me
let me find death and stay
the songs of my people
are things whose tunes run
in my veins like blood
like the rain on fields of corn
Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-2/
