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lifestyle Pastoral Poetry

Sometimes by Robin Bliss

Sometimes,
When the sun has just set.
The clouds still reflect colours,
Orange and red glowing bright.
Behind them the endless turquoise sky.

I feel that I can see forever and ever.
Touching the eternity within.
Longing to fly on gossamer wings,
Soaring gliding at my will.

The happiness of eternity glows within,
And I am content.

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Africa lifestyle Nature Pastoral Poetry

Dawn

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A slope of rounded hills
Black against the horizon
Threatening the sun with its fierce thrust
With thin clouds streaking across the sky

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The clouds underbellies glow reddish hue
The morning warmth fighting the heady moon
Wide plains stretched, savannah grass paradise
Sometimes lonely trees stand with the yellow grass

Ancient, raw, the scattered lights slowly gather together
The city below, and the hills standing guard like a soldier
Listen now, the Tsetse may disturb mornings peace
But the heat will come soon with her perfect grease
The road are shaded by thick groves of Eucalyptus and Vines
And the human settlement; houses, huts are all intertwined

Smell of ripe fruit romance the market ways
Tomatoes gutted, grapes squashed on the clay
And when the hills let the sun quietly rise above them
It was gold- unexplainable, like the lifecycle of a worm

Again, like the humble Queen risen from a sleep
Came the sun from the lands of the unknown deep
Smiling at the ones she had left to her solitary slumber
She leaves all, fauna, flora to a graceful wonder

Now there is light, the brown Earth bright
And on all things old, the sun shines her gold