Life is about places to run; from a place, to a place either for living or for death.
Haze of distance through the blue hill
Too young to know to be afraid
Ears lifting sounds, head held very still
Quiet lazy claws stretch beneath a tree
Yawn with belly growl hungers calls
Settle low to watch hearing what to see
Of the space to chase where the antelope falls
Drifting wing vulture spans the sun
One eye below watching for kill
Flicker of feline claw chase just one
Fly gracefully down for squabbling fill
Zebra panic storm of hanging dust
Split apart from rutted track
Army coloured lorry broken with rust
Invading murderers coming back
On the crest village circle screams
Gunfire crack children burn cry
Shatter African picture dreams
Just another creature's turn to die
By still moonlight eyes that see
The running children shadow dance
To hide a while by darkened tree
Every breath another chance
Another day of hunter's run
Scavenger hiding slowly see
Reading pathways through the sun
From broken rock savannah free
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-04-03 at 02:19
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The Running Place
Two antelope in the thorn tree shadeHaze of distance through the blue hill
Too young to know to be afraid
Ears lifting sounds, head held very still
Quiet lazy claws stretch beneath a tree
Yawn with belly growl hungers calls
Settle low to watch hearing what to see
Of the space to chase where the antelope falls
Drifting wing vulture spans the sun
One eye below watching for kill
Flicker of feline claw chase just one
Fly gracefully down for squabbling fill
Zebra panic storm of hanging dust
Split apart from rutted track
Army coloured lorry broken with rust
Invading murderers coming back
On the crest village circle screams
Gunfire crack children burn cry
Shatter African picture dreams
Just another creature's turn to die
By still moonlight eyes that see
The running children shadow dance
To hide a while by darkened tree
Every breath another chance
Another day of hunter's run
Scavenger hiding slowly see
Reading pathways through the sun
From broken rock savannah free
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 704 times
Written on 2012-04-03 at 02:19
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