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THE ENCHANTED VILLAGE
The obscure eyes of the old
Are nostalgic, casting a longing
look at the vanished images
of golden times. Anciently,
Children met here at the village
circle, with shouts and dances,
on nights of full moon,
to listen to tales,
under this towering shady tree.
The enchanted common life
Of the golden village
Has died away. Now each
Domestic cell is secluded,
Their hatches battened down.
Familiar environs are waxing
Strange and distant, ancient
Traditions vanquished, and
all the deities of the clan,
banished. No one offers
fresh palm wine and kola nuts
to the forefathers anymore.
Their descendants sojourn
In far off lands. The old man
Cast a lingering look
At the full moon
Among the branches
And bewailed the dying away
Of the golden times.
Written by Kodi Azuonye
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