Strong and majestic he sits
in the marketplace on Ewusi Street
where I played at six
watching merchants ply their treats.
Pots and potteries!
They cry out.
Beads and bracelets
Stop and buy!
Love potion
for your portion;
charms for your foe
come in tow.
Decades have lapsed
since I was six
on Ewusi Street, he still sits
slightly bent but majestic still.
Climbing him are new six
Sitting on those mighty limbs
that offered solace
when I was six.
Birgitta Heikka
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-iroko-tree/
