I Am An Africa

I am a soldier of my land, a defender of the earth. The heavens above as the, showers to quench the soil. But when it has been tamed, the fish-eagle soars to the sky. My spirit runs free here, I am an African born. A home to many people, home to many a tongue. The sweet scent of veld, grass in the air. The tang of a red soil on my, tongue. The majesty of the stinkwood, as it basks in the African, sun. Calls me home, yes it calls me home.