If some hidden powers I could find
My childhood days I would rewind:

The carefree me, the innocent boy;
The trees, the streams for my sole joy.

Playing with the lads under moonlight
Which shone and joined us with delight.

The birds which I, with childish skill,
Had set traps for, or shot to kill.

The warming urns, the earthen bed
To which I returned to lay my head.

The bonefires- red, raging, bold!
To ward off at winter the cold.

The proud and generous guava tree
At my father’s door, where we had tea.

Wherever in the world I might go
I’ll always cherish those days in Zango.

I wish I could live in childhood’s realms
Had wishes not been just like dreams!

By Amnesty7