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Oh Tanga, so close to the caves,
Those springs so hot not far away,
Ah, what a harbour for those knaves,
A cup of tea their fears allay.
Tanga, as wide as a sea port,
Take a coffee to calm your nerves,
Covered in cotton of some sort,
A quarter million folks it serves.
For your asset suitors waged war,
Protected from man is your grove,
To see your ruins I adore,
Those cone shaped mountains my heart move.
With enthusiasm faces beam,
Closest to Kenya is your space.
On the Indian Ocean you gleam,
Tanzanian city with grace
Galanos Hot Springs
Mwarango protected coastal mangroves
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I researched the earth's endangered species list and this is what I found.
There's everything on the list from A to Z - rare species just abound!
I'll highlight some of the more interesting varieties just to name a few,
That creep and crawl amongst us in this world-wide conglomerate zoo!
There's the Red-bellied Grackle, Pig Footed Bandicoot and Aquatic Rat;
Paraguana Mustached Bat, Zanzibar Guitarfish and the Andrean Cat!
A rare Whiskered Flower Pecker, Canarian Shrew and Amaragosa Vole,
A Peruvian Climbing Mouse, African Wild Ass and an Arend's Golden Mole!
Also listed were the Aruba Island Rattlesnake and the Okinawa Rail,
The Western Wattled Cuckoo Shrike and the Rolling Pebblesnail.
Something called the Philippine Warty Pig and the African Wild Dog,
And a Red-collared Mountain Babbler plus a Tanzanian Screeching Frog!
I also found a Banded Wobblegong and a reptile called a Bailey's Snake,
A Cameroon Clawless Otter and something called a Band-bellied Crake!
How about the Concave-eared Oderous Frog or an Eastern Bristlebird,
The Charming Thicket Rat, Common Yobby or a rare Dahl's Jird!
Some folks may find some redeeming value having these critters in our midst,
And I suppose to a certain degree we must learn with them to coexist.
But more importantly, if humankind can't learn in peace on earth to dwell,
We homo sapiens could end up on the endangered species list as well!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 7 on Amy Green's "Ode To The Endangered" Contest - June 2010
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The Tanzanian Village
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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;
So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With its winding entrance avenue,
And meadows of barley cane;
There the ancient tenants lived’
Atkinson, Redmond and the Burke,
John Garner Nutley,
A City sheriff of the Purse;
It lastly lived in by Le’ Froy
A family still remembered;
There I met Brother Mangen
Just back from Tanzanian stay-
Who tutored me at Synge Street,
With fervent holistic play
There I spied a boathouse
Formed of natural rock,
From that spanned a lilied pond,
It formed in like a frock;
There I saw the Douglas fur,
The ash and native beech,
Where woodcock made their nest,
And flew amid the oak and alder weep.
To the East there stands a folly tower,
Built in De’Burgo style
And made of local granite,
With rising stair and panelled wall’s
And chanclet niches on it:
Onto the house and to the rear
A conservatory must be seen,
Of wrought iron base with florid motif
Adorned about the screen;
Built of arcs and circlets
With geranium reds, coppers, ambers, greens and blues
Of hueful inset panes,
And a lightning pin shoots up amid its arkful maine.
On entering the billiard room
One’s senses do amaze,
At copper embossed cladded walls’
And a fully fennialed fireplace,
Which has in ceramic tile there,
The muses of the arts fare.
The ceiling must be seen,
It fully bracketed and lofted
With kings and queens of post,
And pilistered at every rafter
All this of native oaks.
But to the front and to the north
An eyepiece is in view,
The first floor balconied window
With casements of stained glass hue;
Compromised of minute squares,
With asterix inserted centrally here and there.
And a square urned rococo balustrade,
Cut from Spanish Portland
With good speese of care
Yet in it all I found a friend,
The gardener of the gate,
He knew all there was to know about that place,
In its botonics did excale,
For he had culled and planted every tree
That could be found around the pale.
So I say to all young artists
And fellows of my race,
That if make vent to follow me,
Then also wean my trace;
For often here in Ballinteer,
On a summers morning,
On a clear and silent night;
T’is like seeing angel’s deening
With their God,
Then making off to flight.
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Twin moons, but
We split this sky