The Innisfree Poetry Journal

by Mayuku Omeresanine


Undulating green hills surround this town;
Frightful to natives in the past and even now.
The hills slopping gently up and down in a continuous stretch;
isolating it from neighbouring towns.
The original people of the land with footstep pattern galloping in adjustment to

the hills.

The earth made of rough red stone harsh to foot-wears and leg alike.
This is Nsukka with its cold wind;
The trees atop the mountain of a darker shade of green than the mountain.
The cry of the vegetation fauna active and loud.

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