Biography of Terry Dawson
Terry Dawson was born in 1955 to farming parents in the former British colony of Southern Rhodesia. He has been a soldier, game keeper, beekeeper and farmer. He lives now in rural eastern Zimbabwe.
- He Sees Again... -new-
Terry Dawson Poems
I've Met A Girl
I've met a girl Louise her name. Within I feel new strength unfurl And I'm no more the same.
The Skeleton Coast
Across the Uhab river's dry bed Lies a land unlike any other, An arid plain beside the sea, Of wild, mysterious beauty.
In this life we bear In equal portion Mix dare With caution
The Dancing Girl
In an erotic dream I see A shapely girl dance close to me. As sensuous slow music plays, Her slender, lithesome body sways
Against Wrongs Done Me
Against wrongs done me My spirit raged Hatred-blinded, I do not see That lust for vengeance
A Daydreaming Evoked By Swallows
The spring swallows return anew; I search for the elusive blue; Sky-riders of unequalled grace, Conjures to sight likeness of you.
Soft light by gradual stage reveals (As dark of night recedes) Idyllic scenes which yet conceal Most grim and bloody deeds
The Plum In Springtime (Sixtieth Birthda...
The plum in spring returns to life, In dazzling new white blossoms rife Which pleasure well the heart and mind And sense of calm there leave behind.
Through the dark winters of loneliness Dreaming - hearth-fire of the mind - Is friend. And fellowships imagined are the summers of Companionship
A Hardworking Wind
Yesterday's bird-busy garden is gone: A hardworking wind got up in the night. A wind, to hear it, with much on its mind, Impatient of trifles; with much to get done.
The barn rooster declares at last, The new day has begun. The farmworker prepares himself To start work with the sun.
Ode To Instant Messaging
Out of Transvaal's wild bushveld wide Rises blue mountain, and on its side There does abide a woman on her own, Louise.
Girl Of The Seasons
Girl of the Seasons I think of these days - Her loveliness is Reason, Her reluctance dismays!
If He Had Been Younger
Beneath a fine hat That is fit for a queen She rides a her horse bareback Like a girl in a dream.
I've Met A Girl
I've met a girl
Louise her name.
Within I feel new strength unfurl
And I'm no more the same.
Strange to myself, now am I
Renewed in mind and heart,
My load lighter than before, and why? -
Her magic weaves its art.