Liz Bedford

Rookie (16/12/1963 / Bulawayo)

My Africa - Poem by Liz Bedford

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
The sheets of lightening light the sky in the way and distant yonder
The sound of the Zambezi as it reaches the mighty Falls
To see the smoke that thunders will leave you all enthralled
The colours of the rainbow like you've never seen before!
The stars at night; hanging bright, like glistering, dancing balls
So if you feel my Africa, then you'll surely understand
That this is something magical, an unspoiled and promised land

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was born in Zimabwe, and due to the political situation I find I am displaced like so many of my countrymen..I miss home!

Comments about My Africa by Liz Bedford

  • Valerie Dohren (4/19/2012 1:11:00 PM)

    Sounds absolutely wonderful. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/19/2012 1:10:00 PM)

    Dear Liz, thank you so much for taking us away for a few moments to your Africa, definitely magical. Thanks again (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 21, 2012

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