Sunday, 16 November 2008

I Dream of Africa

Some time ago I left my home,
far away in the African sun.
I boarded a plane for a foreign land,
my new life had begun.

But still some nights as I drift away,
I hear a cricket's call.
My mind wanders off to another place.
to Acacia trees, proud and tall.

I dream of my home in Africa,
of a place so wild and free.
I remember well my garden,
in the shade of the giant fig tree.

It's not that I regret my new life,
or wish to be somewhere else.
It's just that I dream of Africa,
of a wild and untamed place.


Anonymous said...

Jayne, what a lovely reflective piece. Your two lives are poles apart and one will never replace the other. What wonderful memories you must have.

Jayne - talking nonsense! said...

Thanks Keith - I was having a nostalgia moment. Could be something to do with a new site one of my lovely customers in the shop sent me to. It's a real time webcam set up in a game reserve in South Africa that you can watch live. They also go on game drives twice a day - real fun. pop along and have a look. I also have my own page but regret it's also a little neglected at the moment - sigh, a shop girl's life is always a busy one :)

Anonymous said...

Awww, you do miss Africa, don't you? Why you don't write more poetry, I'll never understand.

Crystal Dawn