Mopane Poems - Poems about Mopane

...Call me Africa, The land of the ancient chiefs That lie in ruins. Iam the sun-scorched plains And the roar of Mosi oa tunya. Iam the rolling hills And the lush green valleys Where rainclouds ......Read the rest...

...With palms so chaste and a grip so pure She wraps her fingers around the mallets Letting them sit in the space between her thumbs and first fingers; When she makes her first few strokes Hammering......Read the rest...

...African embodied in a birth of a nation, I do apologize for my lateness in my African time To the only goddess of Mother Nature in her smell of sweet Grains of mountainous African mahogany, fruits......Read the rest...

...Plucked i am, From the flowering mopane By the mother of the mischievous ones, Only to be reduced To a reproving stick. Safe and secure i am, Or rather i think i am In my seemingly fortified......Read the rest...

...Plucked i am, From the flowering mopane By the mother of the mischievous ones, Only to be reduced To a reproving stick. Safe and secure i am, Or rather i think i am In my seemingly fortified......Read the rest...

...Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue in the blood red sunset glow ......Read the rest...