The nightjar
Tiny brown feathered friend
night-shift protector of the dusty roads
singing the most beautiful songs
to those who care to listen
Mostly insomniacs, the stars, and God
Keep singing your heart out my feathered friend
Friday 31 August 2018
The Baobab's stories
The baobab's stories....
Oh to think of what the stories we can hear around the campfire
If the baobab could speak and tell us the stories of his lifetime
Times of fires, drought... and floods, being nearly swept away.
Centuries of various people passing by, some on foot, or horse,
and later years by car
Stories of weary travelers finding rest in its shade
Watching sunsets and rise, the full moon's glow over the earth.
Elephant herds coming and going and growing,
and the Mamba that lived in its trunk for years.
Stories of how much the world around him has stayed the same
and how much has changed.
Oh to think what we will hear if the Baobab can speak
Oh to think of what the stories we can hear around the campfire
If the baobab could speak and tell us the stories of his lifetime
Times of fires, drought... and floods, being nearly swept away.
Centuries of various people passing by, some on foot, or horse,
and later years by car
Stories of weary travelers finding rest in its shade
Watching sunsets and rise, the full moon's glow over the earth.
Elephant herds coming and going and growing,
and the Mamba that lived in its trunk for years.
Stories of how much the world around him has stayed the same
and how much has changed.
Oh to think what we will hear if the Baobab can speak
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