Dorothy M. Center

(Albany, NY)

Sounds - Poem by Dorothy M. Center

Listen - listen - across the land called Africa-
For the birds are singing here
The roar of the lioness - the whine of her cubs
The cry of the vultures - ever, ever circling there-

Oh - see for miles
No tangled web of wires
Endless horizons spread
No polluted mists - a view that will never tire

Listen - listen - across the land called Africa
The sun goes down - birds settle in every tree
The hunt begins - endless for their prey
For these are the sounds of Africa - they keep Africa free!


Comments about Sounds by Dorothy M. Center

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ben Gieske (2/13/2009 1:13:00 PM)

    All your poems catch me up immediately and it's like taking flight and soaring through a music melody. Enjoyed reading all of them. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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