Nightingale: <br />The February morning just began <br />Each bale of breez brings a slogan <br />A melody down the river Jordan <br />Sings Dear Gentleman Gentleman! <br />. <br />The Squire: <br />This eulogy a praise I do <br />No monody has made the sky so <br /> blue <br />The beauty of your words so true <br />Nightingale, this day is young to <br /> anew. <br />. <br />Nightingale: <br />This wont indeed I recieve <br />Like a moppet smilling so naive <br />And I tend to help my belief <br />Gentle man, Gentle man have a <br /> relief. <br />. <br />The Squire: <br />where this to you impacted, O <br /> Nightingale? <br />It appease my haunted soul and <br /> make me hale <br />It strenghtens my limb - to this <br /> path I trail <br />I hope we meet again, away I sail. <br />.<br /><br />Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nightingale-and-a-squire/
