It's the Kalahari
The sun rose that morning like a freshly baked pie
Warm and golden
Its purpose prepared for the day ahead
To torch the bald and hat less heads
Its was time to take its place in dust clogged sky
Its barely 6 am when the sounds
of the first cow bells ring
as the beasts of burden make their way
to find the last remnants of the dry brown hay
the grasses thirst for that first rain
and the cattle search and search in vain
oh where are you black clouds and thunder
its been a long long and warm dry winter
as the day progresses the hope of rain dismisses
oh if only that storm front from the north
would makes its way and come forth
you can even smell the air its sweet aroma
as the sound of thunder gets ever nearer
the anticipation of all of nature fills the air
every creature
and when that ferocious downpour is at its finish
you think to yourself why so quick and why did you punish
but at least it has given you strength
to face another day, to go the length
to put up with the heat and to say I’m sorry
for ever wanting to leave this beautiful Kalahari
Copyright © Grant Read | Year Posted 2018
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