Aiyeko-ooto in 50 poems, learns quiet way to harvests, scent of good attitude, loyalty, having pride in the right things, understanding cost of sacrifice and privileges we are gifted. The wise words and warnings of our parent and grandparents. Echo-1 Far in the sky above, folding arms, dark pregnant clouds, Threatening birth, thunder, storm, rain and scatter, Who overcomes, outcomes of such parturient ruin? But a patient heart, seeking the truth of another. Echo-2 Whencesoever this evening founts, Culture drums roll in its moonlight, Scraggly quills dances the fanned easel, Freshly washed tips from another ink bottle, Scribbling sensitive, smooth and slightly thoughts, Soaking legibly through; dried Egyptian papyrus.

Aiyeko-ooto sums-"Echo words of your forebears!"