Terry Dawson
Terry Dawson Poems
Across the Uhab river's dry bed
Lies a land unlike any other,
An arid plain beside the sea,
Of wild, mysterious beauty.
...
I've met a girl
Louise her name.
Within I feel new strength unfurl
And I'm no more the same.
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The spring swallows return anew;
I search for the elusive blue;
Sky-riders of unequalled grace,
Conjures to sight likeness of you.
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Soft light by gradual stage reveals
(As dark of night recedes)
Idyllic scenes which yet conceal
Most grim and bloody deeds
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Against wrongs done me
My spirit raged
Hatred-blinded, I do not see
That lust for vengeance
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In the month of October
As dry as dust
The elephants wait
For the rain that must
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Africa once again was wracked with pain
As warfare stalked the land
And through the years of the copious tears,
Few could understand
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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.
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Through the dark winters of loneliness
Dreaming - hearth-fire of the mind -
Is friend. And fellowships imagined
are the summers of Companionship
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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.
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The barn rooster declares at last,
The new day has begun.
The farmworker prepares himself
To start work with the sun.
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Out of Transvaal's wild bushveld wide
Rises blue mountain, and on its side
There does abide a woman on her own, Louise.
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Girl of the Seasons
I think of these days -
Her loveliness is Reason,
Her reluctance dismays!
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Beneath a fine hat
That is fit for a queen
She rides a her horse bareback
Like a girl in a dream.
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That
Erratic dancer on the wind, aloft
On chance-flapped wings;
Pauses now-and-then to sup from nectared cup,
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These flowers now have had their day
Like life's dreamings, they fade away
For every season has its need
As vibrant colour fades to seed.
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The harbinger of dawn up high
Sings his sweet, liquid notes
As it grows light in eastern sky
At the new day's approach.
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Entranquiled by a darted potion
Upon his bushheld range,
The elephant's world is in slow motion
It seems almighty strange.
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Terry Dawson Biography
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.)
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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.
Land of majesty, wonder and awe
In pastels, seven colours of sand
That stir a man from within
To be his most and to strive ever for more.
And fog rolls in on chill, chill winds
From a cold, cold treacherous sea.
Beheld there incongruous things
Like ships, now skeletal wrecks,
Adrift on an ocean of sand
Mile upon mile from the shore.
White-bleached driftwood there
Castaways from far distant land.
And in the vastness of that wide space
Is thrust upon man his own tininess.
And there's a stillness and a silence
To calm a turbulent soul
And arranges things from within
That a tendency to violence,
Gives way to love of peace!
But stranger by far than all things,
In that strangest of wild, wild lands,
Is the companionship that is given
By desert solitude, to those that seek -
And the thus-comforted soul
Sings its songs in return
In that wilderness strange and unique.
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2/24/2026 7:57:40 AM # 1.0.0
Great fun. Better luck next time.Enjoyed!