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Retreat to the retreat

Existence under the African sun is unique,

It offers an array, like no other

Terrain rugged and lush

Journey to the stars of the show,

The flora unique and fauna who roam

Experience to be observed by everyone, never owned

Dust dispersed,

It fogs the view

And settles to reveal nothing.

Where are these creatures?

Where have they gone?

Pained irresponsibility,

Extinction looms.

“That’s a shame, what’s for lunch?”

Retreat to the retreat

A sighting finally,

Majestic and true,

What we came to see

Harsh realisation,

A statue untrue.

Is this what is left?

No reality

Retreat to the retreat

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy

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I have a little dream, it whispers in the morning…

I have a little dream

It whispers in the morning “please make time for me,

Just a little moment,

While you have a cup of tea.”

I make my dream a promise

“Let’s check in a two”

Then I go about my day,

Listing things to do.

It’s all so very busy

And soon enough it’s two.

My dream is right on time,

But I am nowhere to be seen

I remember I missed the meeting and think

I’ll show up at three

But then I have that thing,

So I don’t

I have a little dream,

It shouts in the evening

“Where were you?”

I say “I’m very sorry,

Tomorrow is anew.

Let’s arrange a meeting,

Just me and you

I’ll be there, let’s make before two.”

My dream says “will you really?

You’ve promised for a while.

I’ll only wait for so long,

Make some time,

Don’t let it pass you by.”

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy