December 2010
2 posts
Africa by Emily Dibb
When you’ve acquired a taste for dust,
The scent of our first rain, You’re hooked for life on Africa And you’ll not be right again Till you can watch the setting moon And hear the jackals bark And know that they’re around you, Waiting in the dark.
When you long to see the Elephants, Or to hear the coucal’s song, When the moonrise sets your blood on fire, You’ve been away too long. It’s...