That Very Special Place
Sitting upon the rocky outcrop,
Where the black eagle flies.
Your love for this land,
Burnt clearly in your eyes.
We heard a troop of baboons,
Although they could not be seen.
The yellow, winter highveld grass,
Was turning a virgin green.
You spoke of the rare wild leopard,
That roams the hills with grace.
Pride at your african heritage,
Etched so clearly on your face.
Now back in the the city,
Telephones and faxes screaming.
I long for the other life,
Where the birds are forever singing.
You let me into your secret world,
A beautiful, tranquil space.
Untouched by man or civilisation,
A very special place.
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