Lives passing by like a mirage
Stick images move through haze
The view is hard on your gaze
Footprints embedded in the ground
Echoes of the a time when life had a sound
Rolling in on hooves like thunder
Water draws the wildlife, like flies to a corpse in this valley of dry bones.
Chitake Springs, land of valleys, ridges, ravens, and dust.
Baobabs, sunsets, and elephant bulls in must.
Feelings come in with rain and are blown away with the wind.
Water draws life to its brim.
Life without it is pretty grim.
The river creates curved contours in the land
Painted in browns, yellows, and muddy blues in the sand.
Its colors melt together, soothing, and brewing.
Windy days and water bubbling
deep down in the belly of the earth.
As the heat sets in and the dust clouds grow.
The conflict of the titans comes to blows.
Brought with tension and strife,
Like distance thunder and rumbles,
tell of animals in strength of numbers.
As buffalo climb clumsily down the cliffs and valleys into the watery grave,
Eyes of predators peer from the bush as their prey
Strides to the sweet cool relief of the water
Little do they know that they are like sheep heading for the slaughter
As the heads of weary animals go down to drink,
tough though their determination be to savor every drop.
A presence they can’t escape is luring
Nerves on edge and fear brewing
The paws of death stalk with lighting precision
Until the animals are in clear vision
With an almighty dash of speed the chase is on
The game of life and death has just begun
Chitake Springs, drama is never far
Spoken of with a breath of excitement and terror
No one is ever quite sure of what to expect
Life is a balance of chance; this is the secret that is well kept