Sun burning the arid safari plains,
Dusty tracks on a dry savannah.
Constant heat, no cool welcome rains,
Inhabited land of the true Afrikaner.
Giraffe, Elephant, Antelope and Lion,
Wandering free, this kingdom's theirs.
Strength and power, with limbs of iron,
One can so easily be taken unawares.
Hunters seek and beasts they perish,
Ivory claimed and illicit money made,
Sadness reigns, these we should cherish,
Skins and tusks, both are an illegal trade.
Veldt of Africa, look at the slain,
Dust rising up as the lorries roll,
Roasting land of the blood red stain,
No protection for them at the waterhole.
Sun burning the arid safari plains,
Dusty tracks on a dry savannah,
Noble creatures roaming these terrains,
Inhabited land of the true Afrikaner.
Great write Ernestine.Full of description of life on the arid veldt and mans folly in greed through exploitation. Best wishes, Sid John xxx
Evokes clearly the cruelty man resorts to so easily, and the tragedy of its cost to nature and to man. Excellent poem.
Your poem encapsulates the savage beauty of such a harsh environment. The unnecessary slaughter of animals for the tourist trade is unforgivable. Love this line in particular: 'Roasting land of the blood red stain' Justine.
This is a super poem and really appealed to me - I think you have captured one of the essences of Africa and contradictions too... Thank-you for this wonderful piece of art, Steve
A very important topic which you have managed to capture very well, nicely done thankyou for the read. a well earned 10. Kind Regards David
EXCELLENT! ! what an amazing piece of work...i love how you reference 'Afrikaaner', as not european inhabitants, but instead the beautiful beasts that are being slain by the fake 'afrikaaners''s.....great job 10/10
Creations of beautiful vivid images. A wonderful detailed poem. I enjoyed reading this marvelously penned nature poem.
What a fine descriptive poem, it feels like I'm there. '10' Andrew x
very fine piece of written poetry. loved it. How would man like it, if they put him on an island. with no gun, and had animals hunt him down for the kill, let man know what it is like. or better yet, have man hunt man down for the kill. In the old days man had to hunt for his meat, but not today. The ivory tusk that they get from those Elephants is very cruel indedd, i wish something could be done. you wrote a very good one here Ernestine, something had to be said, good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The peoples of such plains have a circle of life that needs to be kept intact, too many abuse this ballance and maybe at natures peril, we must try and learn from this Thankyou for sharing this great poem Love duncan X