Serengeti Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Serengeti
I have neglected to visit my Africa the flat land between
two hills that appears as soft as young mother's breast
I know trees and bushes and used to drive there to say hallo
but time changes I have no motorbike
On the road driving to the shops I can see the valley, yellow
diggers and blue tractors near the wadi where I once saw
a crocodile waiting for rain and saw big cats leisurely cross
the lane. A hyena laughed and said we are not here.
They are building a new Algarvian village with swimming pool
and golf course, but no for you and me.
No, I will not go look how work progress let my dream be intact
but I do wish a tsunami would wash it all away, alas nothing stay
the same like the olive tree at the entrance of my drive and I have
lost my kaleidoscope