It is Africa this land of ours
The news may terrify some
The unknown scare them
And the known breed fear
But this piece of earth is home
Land of wide open spaces
Animals of the wild still roam
People greet one another
The desserts are sweet
Food is a hearty social event
Where the sun melts into the ground
In a burning ball of orange and pinks
Behind thorn trees and mountains
And the smell of wood burning fires
Announces cooking time
The vibration of drums
Beats through her veins
Though sometimes behaviour
Has me debating to flee
I am proud to wear her colours
Her spirit sings in my heart
Debbie Gravett © 2019.07.19
FOWC: News
RDP: Melt
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