Remember those days, when as children, we´d
play?
Under the warm sunshine or rain, outside every
day,
We´d climb slippery old anthills, to be close
to the sky,
Trying to catch rainbows, which were always
too high.
And when at night, on porches, we would sit
in the dark,
Hugging, we´d listen to hyenas, as they prowled
& barked,
Ever hoping that shooting stars, would fall
into our pockets,
And aliens would visit us, in the bright shiny
green rockets.
We would search under bushes, for imps, fairies
& elves,
Always believing in dreams & magic, but
just for ourselves,
We´d go looking for dragons in brown crocodile
streams,
We were two little girls then, always hunting
for dreams.
Our dry African veldt, became the land of dreamt
wishes,
Where antelopes flew, birds swam & lions
became fishes,
Where the sand sung old songs of their lost
oceans & seas,
Do you remember my friend, when you once played
with me?
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