Biography of Liz Bedford
I was born in Bulawayo, Rhodesia...now Zimbabwe, displaced and homesick, but thankful that I had the life I had! Hope you like my words!
Liz Bedford Poems
Man's Inhumanity To Man!
I can never understand mans' inhumanity to man, surely we should help wherever we can? Wars and conflict, why should this be? We could with effort all live in harmony Regardless of race, skin colour, or creed, this only happens because of greed Of power and control, and self- gain, and the numerous ways to inflict dreadful pain
Let me tell you about my Africa; sit and close your eyes, and try to imagine the never ending skies Listen to the crickets as they chant their evening song; and the cry of the eagle as he swiftly swoops along The haze of the heat as it sits above the roads, the whistling of the workers as they bare their heavy loads Smell the scent of the impending rain and listen for the thunder
Born In Rhodesia
I was born in a land where the skies are so blue, African sunsets, flamed bright golden hue, Communities were strong, we cared, we shared; Problems rallied us, loads together we bared.
I Miss You!
Will today be a good day? Or will I wake still feeling tired Or yet again must I try to find the energy that's required To be normal and happy, put on a brave face; try to pretend you are still in this space? But you've gone and I miss you every single day, I wish that God hadn't taken you away
It's Christmas time yet again, and as I sit in the sleet and rain I think of the sun, of years gone by; when we would swim and laugh, have a braai All of the people who have passed away made this a very special day The joy the laughter the silly songs, Bols and Castle, and of course, biltong
Softly spoken, one of life's' true gents, but I fear that you have been heaven sent We will all miss you and your gentle ways, your caring nature and your happy ways A giant amongst men, upstanding and true, the man you turned to, who knew what to do So God Bless my friend, save travels, stay safe, for in our hearts you will hold a special place
The Lizard Man
Let me tell you a tale of a special man, of his special ways in a special land The place called Matopas, meaning bald heads, the granite rocks guarding secrets of the dead He sits on the rock and he starts first all, hissing and clicking, through his mouth he calls The ground seems to move very slightly it seems, till you notice the lizards down the rocks start to creep
We're all sad at the breaking news, that my friend and others have been abused We don't want this way, we want them to stay So how can we start this anew? I think just be respectful..don't you? ! We've loved the chat, the banter, the laughter
Cry For Help
Can you hear me Mother as I'm talking to you? As I sit and stare into the deep wide blue Can you hear me Mother, I need your help For something has happened, it's hard to cope
I'm going home to the place where I was born, to the red dust and dry heat and the majestic dawn But I'm tinged with sadness and a heavy heart, hope that I finish the task that I start The memories of childhood, my Mom and Dad, they won't be waiting, this makes me so sad! I'll visit them both where I laid them to rest, sit and chat awhile, try my best
She sat in the chair, eyes glazed and sad, had she done something so terribly bad? Why had they left her alone and confused; the love she had given, spent and abused The children she raised, gave guidance and hope, now in her dotage left alone to cope The values, the morals gone by the way, lonely and hungry, dreading each day
It's Christmas time yet again, and as I sit in the sleet and rain
I think of the sun, of years gone by; when we would swim and laugh, have a braai
All of the people who have passed away made this a very special day
The joy the laughter the silly songs, Bols and Castle, and of course, biltong
Dad singing White Christmas and longing for snow, us being jealous little did we know!
Mom sentimental and making the day, she always did that in her own special way.
So now I guess it's up to me, to