Far
from the cities
And
far from the streets
Far
from the people
Is
where my heart beats
It
beats in slow time
In
the vast open space
It
beats out the rhyme
Of
an African pace
With
the sun baking down
And
the buzz of blue flies
With
chirping cicadas
And
gentle breeze sighs
There’s no need to rush
No
deadlines to chase
Just
the slow steady pulse
Of
an African pace
The
cool of the morning
The
heat of high noon
The
balm of the sunset
The
silk of the moon
The
stars’ steady march
The
rivers’ etched face
The
life loving rhythm
Of
an African pace
Copyright 2007
2 African Pace (Pdf print version)
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