Lest I forget….

Please never let me take this for granted

Far from the cities

And far from the streets

Far from the people

Is where my heart beats

It beats in slow time

In the vast open space

It beats out the rhyme

Of an African pace

 

With the sun baking down

And the buzz of blue flies

With chirping cicadas

And gentle breeze sighs

There’s no need to rush

No deadlines to chase

Just the slow steady pulse

Of an African pace

 

The cool of the morning

The heat of high noon

The balm of the sunset

The silk of the moon

The stars’ steady march

The rivers’ etched face

The life loving rhythm

Of an African pace

 

( “African Pace” by Wayne Visser)

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At last……

Spring rain

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
Tonight with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.

I remembered a darkened doorway
Where we stood while the storm swept by,
Thunder gripping the earth
And lightning scrawled on the sky.

The passing motor busses swayed,
For the street was a river of rain,
Lashed into little golden waves
In the lamp light’s stain.

With the wild spring rain and thunder
My heart was wild and gay;
Your eyes said more to me that night
Than your lips would ever say. . . .

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.

~ Sara Teasdale

Poetry in motion

Last night I joined our local poetry group.  Those of you who know me may now lift yourselves off the floor and stop laughing.  I know.

We had to select a poem that had something to do with farms, farmers or farming and present it to the group.  I was totally out of my league and realised this as soon as they started quoting William Blake.  The ensuing discussions were very interesting and mostly revolved around segregation, racism and classism.  The group was very interactive and because there are some very interesting characters within the group, I was totally engrossed and often amused.  Luckily we ran out of time before I had to present my poem as I had chosen a lovely little ditty about a farmer and his tractor.  I am really deep.

I look forward to the next group meeting – I will have to do some serious homework first though.