From your warm embrace we strayed
Lusting after mirages in barren deserts
Our seedlings and bans we set ablaze
Nodding with the carelessness of Lizards
Now we all seem cursed
Importing our very next lunch
Yet with tenderness you beckon
That we return to your warm touch
Worry no more dear mother
From this day the youth arise
To this humus we hurry thither
That new shoots may come alive
But you must understand
We come not with rusting tools
We’ll do this work in style
New breeds, ICTs and machines too
We hurry to you, mother – agriculture
Cultivating, livestock grazing, aquaculture
Mustering all the ‘swag’ to our endeavor
Building Agro-Empires our sheer lust.
Itodo Samuel Anthony
AGROPHILIA: THE POETIC FARMER 
Sep 07, 2011 @ 22:57:34
A well penned verse full of appraisal and renew love for the neglected “mother nature”.There is a very urgent need for all to return to mother nature for she is our only true and best hope of survival and fulfillment. Thanks for this thought provoking piece of poetry that also is a kind of wake up call to the youths on the potential of agriculture. God bless you.
Sep 08, 2011 @ 00:20:05
Thanks brother…together, we as youths can begin to exploit the sleeping giant in agriculture. Keep the spirit high.
Sep 07, 2011 @ 23:36:29
Is it an act of foolery? I know not. But for a man to neglect his blessings and endowments is not worthy of commendations.
I therefore stant with you, brother in one voice and urge that we return to that which brought ur pride and poured grains on our table-AGRICULTURE. Arise, modern youths!
Sep 07, 2011 @ 23:38:11
I pray my typos be ignored…thanks.
Sep 08, 2011 @ 00:18:22
We are on the farm brother, typos dont count here! Yes, the potential in agriculture need to be harnessed and we are waking up to that urgent call. Thanks brother.