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Poetry
Smiling Sun
A poem about my childhood growing up in Africa.
Smoky, dusty dirt roads of my past
visit me in my dreams. I am from,
Africa’s grasslands waving with joy.
Pepper tree fruity reddish pearls,
dance in the warm dry Bushveld air.
My tree house palace and lookout tower.
I am from a place where silence sees —
yesterday’s, today’s, and tomorrow’s glee.
I am from a carefree friends era,
playing hide-and-seek in grass forests.
Chasing a warlord’s swirling specter
to hazy, grey-blue mountain castles.
I am from the sounds of a rusty
old windmill, screeching silently.
A metallic monster’s cranky moan
while enjoying splash fun in the sun.
Fun-filled children’s joy, and laughter
compete with nature’s serene songs
exploring thorny waving Savannah patches.
Grasslands waving, beckoning you, ‘Come play.’
Where Maroela tree branches sway rhythmically,
waltzing, in an azure blue smiling sunny palette.
Sounds from a memorable childhood in Africa.
I am from a place where every day’s silence sees —
all of yesterday’s, today’s, and tomorrow’s, fun and glee.
My connections:
| The Poetry Club | A Taste for Life | Easy Cookbook | I Do Love Coffee 😉 |
