The African Plains
by Louisa A Middleton-Blake
Thursday, June 21, 2007
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This poem was written when I was 11 years old as a school composition!
Wandering here, Wandering there,
Nothing to see, Everything bare.
The pitiful call of a lonesome bird,
The rumbling of hooves from a travelling herd.
Buffalo perhaps? Roaming for days,
Hungry, and thirsty,
so desperate for somewhere to graze.
Silence now reigns over the barren plains,
but is there still hope of the coming rains?
Hot desert land, No cool whispering breeze,
which used to flutter the leaves in the trees.
The magnificent Lion, Proud and strong,
His tremendous loud roar, Now almost gone.
Gone, his prey, The swift running Deer,
The Antelope, Zebra, No more will they fear.
The African bush, Where the big cats would roam,
All this has gone too, Now they have no home.
The cubs are so piteously exposed to the sun,
They are now sure targets, For the man with a gun.
Listen for the rhythm of African drums,
They are said to be heard from miles around.
Listen! Listen carefully,
But there's not a sound.
Tall dark skinned poachers, How carefully they tread,
Hunting the animals, Shooting them ..... dead!
The tusks from an Elephant, The skin from a Buck,
The hooves from a Rhino, For tourists good luck.
These are their enemies, But still they survive.
Nature so kindly, Keeps them alive.
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|Reviewed by Jane Air
|This is well written - you should think about posting it on an endangered wildlife site - with a few pictures of wildlife - this poem pretty much covers everything and it runs at a good pace|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A fine poetic composition particularly for one so young. Thank you for sharing it, Louisa. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Richard Orey
|The young, innocent style of The African Plains only adds to its allure. Setting age aside, this poem brings us a tragic story in strikingly vivid scenes.
Communication is the key to writing success. Well done, Louisa!
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Enjoyed this piece a very powerful and insightful write for an eleven year old! Enjoyed this very much...welcome to the den!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Quite a powerful piece, for an 11-year old Poet.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
Excellent rhyme and flow. Nature has a way of caring for its own although man doesn't do much to help it along. Bless You, Paul.