ARBOUR DAYS
During the month of May,
All the days are arbour days
Drilled to the foresters’ sway
In all we know are his ways.
From the nurseries to the farms
The crops have tender handling,
And woe-be-tide he who harms
The tender roots of a sapling.
With the tenderest care the saplings
Are planted in their well dug holes —
And the planters proud with ardent feelings
The plants will be healthy without whorls.
When all day drizzling rain followed
Alternating sunshine they muse with delight
What the elements in approval hallowed
To promote success without the least plight.
U. Eweka
EDITOR’S NOTE
Archived from Nigeria Magazine, Sunday, 1 March 1970.