A road far travelled is a
Road never travelled enough:
Beyond the horizon
Where the dust of the track
Colours the fading embers
Of the sinking blood-red sun,
And a lonely heron lazily
Beats her path to home;
There in the dying moments
of the day the urge for rest
Mingles with the irrepressible
Anticipation of tomorrow -
Adventure meets exhaustion
And the deep-hued heart of
Africa beckons through
The pulsing of cicadas and
The star-spattered hours of
Darkness to herald the joyful
Coming of the dawn
And of another day....
Africa under my skin
September 2011
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