One more time for Friend Tate

story poem

  One more time.

 

I yearn to see the dragons fly.

Just one more time before I die

As I did so long ago

Around Mount Kilimanjaro

 

I slept beneath the moonlit sky

 and often saw the dragons fly.

It was a privilege to see

 the dragons dancing gracefully

 

But I fell and had to go

Back to the city far below

Where the doctors treating me

Convinced me it was fantasy.

 

Induced by fever of the brain.

When I was fully fit again

 a crisis in the family.

Meant that I was no longer free

 

To indulge my wanderlust

I had no choice but to adjust

 to the rules of society.

I am sure where I’d rather be.

 

In Africa where I could see

 The silver dragons flying free.

I know I have not long to live

But what I have I’d gladly give.

 

To see the dragons one last time

To see them circle swoop and climb

Around mount Kilimanjaro

As I did so long ago.

 

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

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Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

That is cool

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a fanciful wonder this creates, in dreams or visions. You awaken the emotion of Africa for us all to experience, and make the longing for the dragons come alive.