The Ivory Bloom (Ivory Coast / Côte d'Ivoire)
A Petrarchan sonnet celebrating the world's cocoa capital and the Basilica of Yamoussoukro.
The cacao pods hang heavy from the tree,
The golden fruit of many a farmer's toil,
Deep-rooted in the rich and reddish soil,
From Man’s high peaks down to the Ebrié sea.
The drums of Abidjan pulse wild and free,
Amidst the urban rush and midday broil,
While peace returns to soothe the old turmoil,
Beneath the shadow of the sacred tree.
The great Basilica lifts its dome of light,
To meet the clouds in Yamoussoukro’s heat,
A marble prayer within the forest’s sight.
With every rhythm and with every beat,
The Ivory Coast emerges from the night,
To make the story of her grace complete.
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