Season of plenty

In Benue state where I live, everyone is up and doing because the harvest is here. This poem captures the moments in the food basket state. Enjoy it.

 Season of plenty

We have forgotten the days of hunger and want

Our mouths sing songs of joy.

As the drummers roll their drums,

The dancers’ feet move in unison.

We are celebrating the days of harvest

For with the harvest,

Comes the season of plenty

As a groom awaits his bride

We waited for thee oh harvest

To bestow on us, joy inestimable

To choke away tears of hunger and want

The harvest season is a happy one

It is a season of plenty.

For us who till the ground

The harvest season means a lot.

More food on the table

More money in our pockets

We can now with boldness face today

Without the fears of hunger and want

Our season of plenty is here at last.