Get Your Premium Membership


If the sun shines Vicious that the hands could hold its heat If the wind whirls and wails Turbulent, with fierceness of rushing water If it becomes icy cold That it could freeze the mind If the sky, sullen and sly Suddenly wear, without a tear And the heaven unlatches its showers Unceasing regardless of the reigning season If cold and heat engaged In a no conquest duel If there are mown meadow mountains More than human habitat With hills spreading and sprawling Sparingly shares expanse of space If the valleys are fast and vast Height-locked by conniving hills and mounts And the plains, plain and plane Laid bare of thickets and thorns If you keep ascending and descending In rhythmical crescendo and decrescendo If the landscape is strewn With mingling lily white egrets and sheepish African cows If summer, winter, spring and autumn Rolls, in seconds, minutes and hours If all faces reflect Mandela And most voices resonate his accent Then, it is Alice, another wonderland! The little Xhosa town; the University town of Fort Hare!! Eastern Cape of the South of Africa

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.