My Land, My Treasure Poem by Bakare Oluwagbenga Michael

My land may never be as powerful as ROME;
Yet the love it gives makes one feel at HOME;
The sky above shields its beauty like DOME;
And stars at night shine like gold in LOAM;
When it rains, it flows around like sea FOAM;
It's structure and scenery will raise your urge to ROAM.

The soil sprouts out rich and GREEN;
Even when it seems our hope is LEAN;
Sometimes the weather might look MEAN;
Yet it never for once threatened our well BEING;
Day by day we wake to marvel at its SCENE;
So lovely and serene that it gets one KEEN.

My land always complement the law of NATURE;
Taking no action to alter its NOMENCLATURE;
And less effect to hype its PRESSURE;
With only activities that float its PLEASURE;
The value of my land, no one can MEASURE;
Coz the beauty of its culture is enough to TREASURE...