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The Countryside

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Don’t forgot the countryside,
With your computer, career and chores.
It goes on in spite of you,
With schemes greater, and more intricate, than yours.

Below, the sunlit dappled earth,
Patterns your willing feet.
Above, the green transparency of leaves,
Stirs the scent of Meadowsweet.

Butterbur, wild garlic and yellow water lily,
All weigh the syrup air,
And call your longing heart to join,
The river’s sinuous love affair.

Hear the fish’s footprint plop,
And see the silver sound waves roll,
Across the sky of mystery deep, that lids,
The alien’s clammy fleshy soul.

Your dazzled glance at darting larks,
That cleave the endless blue,
Make an aerodynamic lie,
Of all you ever thought was true.

 

– John Coldwell

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A Day In Africa

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By day we search the hidden veldt,
In fear of what we’ll meet,
The night performs it’s scorpion dance,
Beneath our victim feet.

Looms vast the tuskers silhouette,
And chill the jackal’s bark,
We laugh at giraffes circus like,
All set for Noah’s ark.

Beware the invisible crocodile,
We have come upon too soon,
And the hippo’s absent minded yawn,
Which swallowed our afternoon.

We saw the jaundiced fever trees,
Where tiny demons swarm,
And recoiled from a centipede,
Which offered far less harm.

 

– John Coldwell

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Water Hole View from Livingstone Lodge