Under The Jacaranda Poem by Janice M Pickett
Under The Jacaranda
This is just a
story about my home town
A place where I grew up some years ago now gone to rack and ruin
Bulawayo in Zimbabwe Rhodesia Africa
Is a street which spans around 2 miles long
When you travel you will get there
It fills your heart with song
Birds sing with you
cheerily chirping
happily
on
the
branch
of a
tree
The
mighty
Jacaranda
Stands
out
quite
majestically lining
the road on each side
purple flowers covering the ground
No-where on this earth a nicer picture could be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:43:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The sage says 'you can't go home' But there's something unknown Which lingers in the mind, An image of another kind It's of a kinder, gentler place One which has a saving grace. For you it's under the Jacaranda tree A special place to share and be For a moment back in time With friends, and memories, Oh so sublime. Thanks for sharing! s