To this little bard; <br />On this Africa stony soil, <br />Or let me call you a lad. <br />Your destination I'll never foil. <br /> <br />The wintry weather never wistle to your ear <br />But the cold harmattan on your skin. <br />Your words are to witty to hear <br />But your servile atittude I've seen. <br /> <br />Your destination I'll never foil, <br />Will your name be as Hilaire Belloc's <br />Your noble character I'll neither spoil; <br />Your message I deemed without bollocks. <br /> <br />You bard - lad of our land; <br />Your written unsung mellodies <br />Will soon be appreciated by thousand hand, <br />Your ponderous word of tragedies. <br /> <br />Lad! This is what you are, 'a virtuoso' <br />Your written unsung mellodies <br />Will soon be read by countless mouth or so, <br />Your flowing rhymes of comedies.<br /><br />Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-this-little-bard/
