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We shall meet again, my friend
in Johannesburg, my friend
After the revolution
Ha! Ha! Ha!
We shall dine on gold plates
And wine on rich red blood
We shall roam the open veldt
from Pietersburg to Natal
Cape Town to Port Elizabeth
Our spears raised in triumph
Our poisoned arrows in their sheaths
Our teeth sharpened for the dinner party
Yes, we shall roam, my friend
From the Limpopo to the Drakensburg
We shall chant
We shall shout
We shall sing and jump and dance
After the revolution
Like the savannah in flames
Our laughter shall be heard
across the length and breadth
of this earth, my friend
Our darkness shall permeate
the golden castles and silver beaches
their presence has putrefied
They all shall be cleansed
Heja! my friend
Till we meet again
in Johannesburg
After the revolution
A beach or beaches, so many to explore,
Ocean or sea or bay are viewed, some never seen before
Familiar rocks, lighthouses erected to save lives
Seagulls activity, their sounds and out of control flight.
The sea seems to call like sirens from sea adventure tales
Stories of Mermaids, Neptune and Davey Jones locker
The loneliness of sailors as they sail the seven seas
Memories Abound as sea shanties are sang.
Waves breaking as they roll to the shore
Slowed down until they are no more
Soft sand or pebbles dependent of time gone by
Sand to walk on, it squelches between toes.
Pebbles that hurt feet, protect the coastline
Sounds of pebbles moving, as the tide washes over them
Angry waves soothed as they reach the shore
Tides relentless movement for evermore
Fear of watching the sea in the darkness of night
What lays beneath the sea surface?
Another world, all fish species fighting for their lives
Fishermen, why not fisherwomen described?
When do they decide, their catch enough will fill?
Regulations looked after by whom
Fishing boats with massive nets drag the ocean floor
No creature is safe from these marauders.
Restaurant fish meals, eyes looking sad
Better to choose cutlets, no feelings of where from
Feelings whirl as you leave this wondrous haven
Striding through life with new found admiration.
Friends, animals humanize us,
Whether it’s the fearful doe or the wise doe,
Fleeing from our presence, our wickedness,
May it be the fox, smarter than a star?
May it be the scorpion, which makes us fear death,
Whether it’s the monkey, mocking our laughter,
Friends, animals humanize us
Whether it’s the white, red cow,
Offering us her milk, butter and our cheeses,
Let it be the horse, raised by our gifts,
This horse, which walks us on the beaches,
Or the eagle that shows us how to fly,
Friends, animals humanize us, yes,
The lion, despise all our arrogance,
The elephant is much wiser than our philosophers
Lizards teach us to nap,
The ladybug speaks of God,
The cat distrusts our reasonable voices.
Friends, animals have many powers,
To show us our wrongful or unjust deeds,
They reveal our deepest wounds,
Friends, animals humanize us,
Let us frequent them modestly, beware of appearances,
They know us, they run away with reason.
This land of sand where brown pelicans glide
and herons spear fish in shallow marsh
Where white egrets harvest insects that hide
and summers are hot, sometimes harsh
Where armored alligator eyes pierce water's surface
and rattle snakes lay quietly in deadly wait
A land of movement you must embrace
To see its natural beauty illuminate
To walk its beaches and feel their breeze
See sunsets of golden red, as osprey fish,
then glide away with a gentle ease
To dive again for the food they miss
This ravaged land from nature's course
Where seeds from palms hang like grapes,
then fall to ground from hurricane force,
as winds blow hard across vast landscapes
To sit beneath its open skies
and find a peace in eagle's flight
To see them fly and hear their cries,
above my head for my delight
This Florida where I came to roam,
is now a land, I call home
contest Florida Nature
2/11/15....picture Wild Symphony
Hippocampus
What a memory trickling down my limbic system
Pure deep emotion released from a firing brain
Neurons transmitted untainted joy
A night dive at Stackpole Quay in Pembrokeshire
Thick wet suit in cold waters weights on the belt
No load on my shoulders apart from the aqua lung
Floating balancing below the disc of the lucid moon
Nature nurtured unburdened soul
Nearly translucent by the beam of torch in hand
A tiny Seahorse was feeding hidden by silvery rocks
Slowly nourishing its dragon like body on copepod
Swell swished a mythical world
I have jumped a stallion over fences ridden on tide-
Flooded beaches parachuted from a plane walked down
The Grand Canyon and tasted the salt of the earth
Experience cloaked human perceptions
Taj Mahal and the Sphinx Hanging Gardens in Babylon
The legendary horse at Troy Cave Art in the Drakensberg
Have left my breathless like Monet’s Garden on my travels
Camels threaded eyed needles
Yet the spiky little creature called hippocampus debunked
This human misperception that miracles and surprises
Must be larger than life in this bigger higher faster world
Seahorse and Universe are more substantial than I
18th April 2018
The warm sand trickled through my fingers.
I wriggled my toes and felt no shoes.
Opening my eyes and quickly closing them.
The bright sun blinded me for a moment.
The gentle ripple of waves lapping the shore.
I sat up from my sandy resting place.
The day was hot and the air was so fresh.
I still had my party clothes on, and what was this?
A note in my pocket, scribbled on crumpled paper.
It read: What a gr8 party, Welcome to our tropical isle, please stay.
Slowly my eyes focused. I read a sign SWIM BETWEEN THE FLAGS
Shaking the sand off me as I stood, I tried to make out where I was.
Still groggy from those wonderful cocktails last night,
I vaguely remembered being too smashed to drive.
Not to worry, I am unharmed and had a great time.
It’s a beaut day, and this beach is pretty amazing.
I picked up my shoes laying beside me, heels weren’t for the beach.
Wandering along the shoreline, the cool wet sand underfoot.
A familiar sign on the life guard’s club house read :
Queensland, beautiful one day perfect the next. The Gold Coast
Laughing, I ran across the warm sand to the street.
Time to walk half a mile back to where the party was to collect my car.
I was in my own beautiful wonderful tropic Island.
Palm trees lining the beaches, sunny days on golden sand.
Amazing animals found nowhere else, tropical fruit, and coconuts,
Bananas and mangos and pineapple and my favorite pawpaw.
Clean clear water from our dams, friendly multicultured folk,
Cute lifesavers, Oh no way would I ever want to leave here !
So proud of my Australian, tropical island home.
The ocean is my morning commute
where I set sail on my Yahama Outboard
with nothing but tradewinds, waves,
currents and salt air with no traffic in sight
I can take the ocean roads
around the Atlantic
on my limestone archipelago
of the sun, sand and sea
from Grand Bahama and Abaco
on the Little Bahama Bank
to Inagua on the Great Bahama Bank
I can cross the Tongue of the Ocean
from New Providence to Andros
to view the depth at 6,000 feet
and Exuma Sound to visit
the southeast side of Eleuthera
and the western end of Cat Island
I can drive down south to the Bight of Acklins
to visit the secluded beaches
on Acklins, Crooked Island and Long Cay
or to the Ragged Island Range
an archipelago within an archipelago
and travel back up north
to the Cay Sal and Great Isaac Banks
and even travel through the Florida Straits
when I need a vacation getaway to Miami
A solitary tern soars lazily above the sunlit, pristine beach,
Wheeling on the ocean breezes, emitting its haunting screech.
The glistening sands that were once stained with a hero's blood,
Are now cleansed by the ebb and flow of years of tidal flood.
The beach that once resounded with the cannons' roar,
Now echoes with the booming surf rushing to shore.
Where once gallant men stormed that hallowed strand,
Little children now romp and play upon the golden sand.
Tourists enjoy the beauty of the setting sun at the end of day,
And later marvel at the moon's reflection upon the tranquil bay.
For the brave men who stormed that beach, day was never done.
They struggled and suffered day and night to see the battle won!
Soothing music now wafts across the peaceful shore,
That years ago reverberated with the frightful sounds of war.
People chat, laugh, love and swirl drinks with tinkling ice,
Never minding the courageous souls who paid the ultimate price.
Alas, valorous men gave their all in those vast Pacific reaches,
On lonely, nameless, bloodied, now serene and hallowed beaches.
Oh! That humankind would somehow ever keep in mind,
The senseless futility and pain that war leaves behind!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
Armada
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
who returned to do, what only hero's can do "
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http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
We worry, we watch, we wonder
As hurricanes race with fury
What will the strong surge put under?
It wobbles, it turns, we worry…
We pray for people to survive
As hurricanes race with fury
We just want all to stay alive
We watch the size, the wind, the eye
We pray for people to survive
It gets closer in the dark sky
On a determined path for land
We watch the size, the wind, the eye
Empty beaches wait, blowing sand
People reaching, with helping hands
On a determined path for land
We pray because we understand
We worry, we watch, we wonder
Bring peace to all, as we are manned
What will the strong surge put under?
Heidi Sands
9/9/17
*Placed 4th in Hurricanes Contest