Views To Africa

• Beatrice Paull, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

One thousand miles away
But not too far to see
Loose tendrils of thinning mist
Float between my curiosity and me.
Further than the Greeks believed
The world should rightly be
Lies a country of magnificence
That time could ever see.
Across the choppy waters
Across from my rock
Lies a land where the colour green
Might as well have been invented as not.
Now the battered pyramids beckon
The blasted sand dunes swell
Whether I return their call
Time and tide will surely tell.