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Is tamed wildness And manufactured wilderness- A plastic world All my young son will know? I have known gritty gravel roads And sunburnt savanah veldt. Swam and splashed in muddy dams and reservoirs. I have sat high above, in mountain peaks studying clustered clouds close enough to reach out and run my fingers through by day, and I have counted the dancing stars above in vast dark nights. I have discovered treasures in the misty valleys on early mornings And seen sun streak through heavy storm clouds to colour a grey sky with radiant rainbows. I have seen surreal snow fall And slowly erase the world around us. I have seen majestic beasts truly free- Wildebeests, various buck and cautious rhinos, Zebras that danced and played Around an elephant that loomed high above them, And elegant wings that whispered upon westerly winds. And it has all left me marked, these magical moments tattooed in my south african soul- And I am more for it - filled. what will feed their sould now?
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
wild youth
Is tamed wildness And manufactured wilderness- A plastic world All my young son will know? I have known gritty gravel roads And sunburnt savanah veldt. Swam and splashed in muddy dams and reservoirs. I have sat high above, in mountain peaks studying clustered clouds close enough to reach out and run my fingers through by day, and I have counted the dancing stars above in vast dark nights. I have discovered treasures in the misty valleys on early mornings And seen sun streak through heavy storm clouds to colour a grey sky with radiant rainbows. I have seen surreal snow fall And slowly erase the world around us. I have seen majestic beasts truly free- Wildebeests, various buck and cautious rhinos, Zebras that danced and played Around an elephant that loomed high above them, And elegant wings that whispered upon westerly winds. And it has all left me marked, these magical moments tattooed in my south african soul- And I am more for it - filled. what will feed their sould now?
sam-vaghi
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Port Elizabeth
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
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