Written by Richards Adewale Tanimonure

white forest,
where my years was planted
as tall towering trees
of sturdy wisdom;
tall strands of blessings
for the coming world.

white forest,
of the sturdy firm feet
that traversed the murkiness
of our circle,
eating every man
a meal of fried pains
with the bitter sauce of tears
fattening my man great.

child, enter this place;
take a deepest tour
of your dad’s grown tale
as a winner of earth;
an old age so proud
of its battles to reign.