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The smell of life, roam the air New life will flourish, in all its flair Sky filled, with its bounty to bear A bounty, for all, all to share Rumpled old man, smiles at me, and continue his stare Grey roll in, where sun, moon did stay Young child and his dog, run home afrai Mother and father, smile, nothing did they say Thunder and lightning, kept me at bay I’m so scared, why’re they all so gay Water from heaven, my mind did race Water it’s, it’s all over the place Drops of rain, my sweat replace Mother tried, to remove fear from my face Rumpled old man, tomorrow, you’ll not recognize this place Scared, I lay under my bed Listening, to everything, everyone said Even the passage of Noah, father read How can this be, my dog hasn’t been fed Scared, I fall asleep, under my bed Dawn broke, to my surprise Nothing came, from my thoughts of demise I rush to the window, only to realize Thunder and lightning, needed, for life to rise Desert landscape, green, in front of my eyes Dressed in pajamas, I run outside My world turned, a carousel ride I run, my dog aside My foot slipped, I took a slide Rumpled old man, laughs, with my every stride Red, orange, yellow, turn as days passed From where this bounty, so vast I look at the old man, and ask The answer, the desert landscape, only a mask To see what you must, that’s your task.
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Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
DESERT RAIN
The smell of life, roam the air New life will flourish, in all its flair Sky filled, with its bounty to bear A bounty, for all, all to share Rumpled old man, smiles at me, and continue his stare Grey roll in, where sun, moon did stay Young child and his dog, run home afrai Mother and father, smile, nothing did they say Thunder and lightning, kept me at bay I’m so scared, why’re they all so gay Water from heaven, my mind did race Water it’s, it’s all over the place Drops of rain, my sweat replace Mother tried, to remove fear from my face Rumpled old man, tomorrow, you’ll not recognize this place Scared, I lay under my bed Listening, to everything, everyone said Even the passage of Noah, father read How can this be, my dog hasn’t been fed Scared, I fall asleep, under my bed Dawn broke, to my surprise Nothing came, from my thoughts of demise I rush to the window, only to realize Thunder and lightning, needed, for life to rise Desert landscape, green, in front of my eyes Dressed in pajamas, I run outside My world turned, a carousel ride I run, my dog aside My foot slipped, I took a slide Rumpled old man, laughs, with my every stride Red, orange, yellow, turn as days passed From where this bounty, so vast I look at the old man, and ask The answer, the desert landscape, only a mask To see what you must, that’s your task.
A story about a child that first saw rain when he was seven years old, inspired this poem together with the splendor of the flowers that appear after the annual rains in Namakwaland. The deeper meaning is that various events happen in our life which we have never experienced; automatically we are afraid, needlessly. We must just look around and ask people, especially the elderly, for guidance and help, for we do not know everything, but more importantly, we mustn’t be afraid of change or everything unusual.
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Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
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