Spirit of Africa

By Parson Thru

Fri, 16 Nov 2012
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Your heart is Africa
before the map
Your soul a nomad
following rain
Your emotions
are a wandering tribe
to whom
frontiers are mystery
A stifling dream
in foreign minds
that cannot comprehend
a spirit
born to wander free

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Submitted by Highhat on
I read a wonderful book about Africa by Laurens Van de Post- you have captured some of the spirit here PT- I like the first 2 lines- introduces the poem grandly. ;)Pia

Submitted by Higgins on
Dear Parson Thru, very much enjoyed reading your poem; especially loved the final statement "a spirit born to wander free", which pretty much summons up the feeling one gets whilst thinking about Africa - at least when one ignores the poor states of Africa. Cheers

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thanks Pia. Thanks Higgins. I tried to continue it, but haven't been able to add anything. It feels like the beginning of something. Maybe when I'm in a nursing home I can revisit it.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thanks David.

Parson Thru

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Got a 'Heart of Darkness' vibe from this one, PT. Compact and wonderful! Magic xxx