Hannie
Once saw I a goddess pass before my dwelling
Into her eyes I stared and a smile wry got
The image of her beauty ever carved in my heart
Her voice I never knew, and to her name was I a stranger
After the harvest I saw her pass again
My net hard to pull and a little boat nearly overturning
Fishing in the little waters, so shallow for a pony to get across
She came, stood by the bank and asked for a fish
The loveliest of ocean dwellers did I give unto her
With a smile well paid and a look to which I still owe
When again shall I behold her beauty?
And when would the sweetest of voices send music down my heart?
Till next harvest, till the honeycomb shall drip
And the baby birds learn to flap in the breeze
Till the gods again visit us
And the immortals amongst men, come!
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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