We came across this poem that we wanted to share. Unfortunately the author is unknown.


I was born in Africa and its seasons shaped my soul,
I knew my place beneath the sun, the warm earth made me whole,
Those arching skies and brilliant stars fixed my position there,
That brooding space my boundary, the far horizons clear.
I belonged to Africa and knew no other home,
I had no wish to leave her and no wish to roam.
The heat, the storms, the droughts were all familiar scenes to me,
The hills, the plains, the valleys and the bronzed Msasa trees.

It’s tempting to resist my fate, to look back and complain
At the stealing of my birthright, and who, or what, to blame,
At the loss of those I loved and knew and the places I have known.
Nine tenths of life is travelled but the rest is moving on.
Regrets and blame are for the past and I must walk the track
That takes me on this journey, where there is no turning back,
I must embrace the changes that old England holds for me
And see the old with eyes anew where I was meant to be.

There is beauty here in England and it’s steeped in history,
It’s the land of both my parents and my ancient ancestry.
So I must look beyond the dross and open up new doors,
And blend my life that’s yet to come with what has gone before.
I do not have to be there to hear the Hueglin’s song,
It lives forever in my mind where memories belong.
When I sail through the sunset, the truth will set me free!
Take me out of Africa – but leave Africa in me

Memories of Africa

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