03/09/2026
I Africa
This land is for you….
See the criss-cross gravel high ways
gangly spokes of a wagon wheels
My wrinkles are permanently crazed
Under the crack of a thousand heels
I am thirsty my rivers never sated
A crook of an elbow is you need
For the fruits of your labour
The grain and the seed
My mornings are oceans of salt and sea
With oysters for breakfast or fish for tea
Bring on your ships my fare is for free
Be sparing, be gentle and leave some for me
The wind might blow on a tedious day
Over the fountains and cobbles and homes made of clay
In alleys might linger a wee bit longer
Where the smell of fires cook a bit stronger
Echo my voice like eons before
Thousands have heard millions galore:
Take great care to save the residue
Although not forever, this land is for you.
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