«Noble September»

~I~

Oh! noble ye!

Birth month of great icorn'
Century a yore had named thou august
Verge of which september is born
And perch of which the noble july is dust

Thy weep of harmony ye pour in grace
In turn like child, ye greatly embrace our voice
Mulled with joy, we dance and dance
And in the belly of mother earth we planted our choice
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Oh! Noble ye!

We besought thou of an amity "september"
Thy only twin, bare by mother year
Months of grace far not from november
Do dine and frolick amidst ye and october

O Plod in pride to beseech thee
Dodge the forest with thy sharp teeth
Minced with wind, thy whims glee
Thou sped upon the earth, with cool feet
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Oh! Noble september

Craft with fortitude
your pate we gazed from afar.
Wrought with care,
Thy firmaments, glow like star.

Build in us thy wit and precision
Like flowers in there bulging season
Shadow us thy grace in eminent fashion
Like thy secrets with which, thine reason.

~II~

Thou, Noble September
When July brought the rain
August have it halted
Ye brought back the rain
With it, our heads thou roughly pelted

Thou, Noble September
Thy days are here
Its secret aglow our skin
Our mind is full of cheer.
And heart is joyfully keen
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Thou, Noble September
Ye painted the sky so bright
our women's lengthy gown
Reflects more light
thy breeze, neither held nor let down.

Thou, Noble September
Each day ye carve
with fine tools of time.
Longer days men have,
but then, they take no notice of bells chime.
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Thou, Noble September
Spread thy wings
take us yonder
through thy winds
We trust, you'll borne us (to-fro) safer.

Thou, Noble September
Every dawn till october
Thy gift of light adorn
its nights noble men remember
As soul and spirit reborn
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Thou, Noble September
Ye, has brought the year to its final bend
Thy chain anchored October,
November and December
After which comes the year end.

Written by;
I- Taofiqat Ayomide
II- Ola Writes