Poem #9

Centrepiece: Savannah Song

The sweeping grassland

waves from the edges

of eight pieces of fabric.

 

The shades of grass

call to the shrinking herds,

lament the encroaching deserts,

nudge my slumbering reptilian brain

to find that ancient pathway

snaking through the fields of grass

now covered

by cities and civilization.

 

Deep in the folds of this quilt

is a song for the Savannah.

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