Icy mountain mornings laugh
in liquid trills.
Ridiculous puffs of fluff bounce
through powder blue eternity
hung clean with avian harmony.
Sun-painted grain whispers
earth secrets to the wind.
Minuscule desert lizards scuttle
over burning sands.
Peerneef acacias and patterned reptiles
are awash with sun.
Floods of fragile colour
splash transient petals.
Forests of a million greens
throb with woodland lives.
Yellow sands hold sleepy warmth.
Cool sapphire undulates with thundering, frothy steeds
galloping from the unfathomable depths.
It is no wonder that
Africa sings.
(3 November 1999)
Africa happily sings beneath your brush strokes Diana, a joy which will echo worldwide especially in all South African hearts. Excellent - Cindy
A poem that sings African glory. Wonderful flow, wonderful diction Diana. It seems poem writing is innate in you
very nice poem.... indeed Africa sings..... I love the expression......keep it up!
So very lovely... painting the beautiful landscape with words.
Where have you been? Diana your pen is waiting for more of this type of work. Get writing girl
A lovely song for Africa our land of beauty, you show through words, that you take notice of this beauty, you protray the love you have for Africa. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of the best songs from Africa and it echoes in the reader's heart forever! And if you refer my scribbling 'The colour of my dream' you realize how I attached to Africa? Good luck Diana.