A Poem: The Cape Emigrant

September 5, 2013

I dreamed of a gentle mountain,
Beneath a cloudless sky.
I spoke of a rugged coastline,
Where hungry seagulls cry.

I thought of the snow white beaches,
Where children laugh and play,
And I longed for the fiery sunset,
That ends a summer’s day.

I craved for the open bushveld,
For daisies, in a breeze.
I pictured a shady forest,
With buck beneath the trees.

I crossed a mighty ocean
To see if I could find,
These things , I love so dearly,
Alas! I had left them all behind.

By: Dorothy Barnett

Photograph courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

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