Natures Bounty - Poem by Terry Dawson
A haunting voice calls clear and strong
To fill the fading sky
With soul-stirring dusk-time song;
A bushveld lullaby:
An owl to hold you in its thrall
In pearl bespotted plume,
Pours out its pure, spell-binding call -
A mind bewitching tune.
The harsh land so little signs
The bounty it contains
Nor foretells of it's designs
Yet this bird's song explains...
For nature is a treasure store
Not always easily found -
This haunting voice drives on once more
Mankind to Dreams profound!
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