Dreams Of Africa Poem by Janice M Pickett

There are days I dream of Africa
and my life as a child there
where running through the wild bush
was a joy beyond compare

Never a thought was given
to the animals who may be close
I loved them all and a big baboon
was one that I loved most

I travelled to the great Zimbabwe ruins
and walked within their walls
Thinking how it must have been
for people who were tall

I've stood in the rainforest's at Victoria Falls
one of the most magnificent sites to see
And the memory still makes me sad
for what has come to be

Bodies dead and suffering
murders cruel and wrong
people starving from prices so high
all sing the freedom song

Yes I miss good old Rhodesia
and Africa as a child
I miss seeing nature at it's best
free to roam the wild

I pray that one day very soon
life will start to come good
and God will shine his precious light
the way I know he should