From wilting space you fell on me
seeking new life for all to see
your face amuck in sandy soil
where my heart is found in toil.
Tilling land in years of turmoil
dreaming season after season
that great harvest may come from soil
my labour is ripe with faith in unison
Planted stems and had you wedded
to spirits of fathers freshly faded
and now you give me big fat tubers
in answer to tractors digging prayers
mark nwagwu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cassava-my-cassava/
