The Safari

The golden dust, the scent of coming rain, The rising sun on the vast and open plain. A canvas painted in ochre, green, and gold, A story ancient, and so bravely told. The engine hums, a low and patient sound, As the jeep goes searching for hallowed ground. A silhouette of giraffes, tall and serene, A living image on a wild and endless scene The mighty lions, a sun-soaked tawny pride, Hidden in the grasses where their instincts guide. A leopard's shadow, elusive and so rare, Sliding through the thicket with a quiet, watchful stare. The trumpeting echo of the elephant's call, As families wander, moving free and tall. A wildebeest stampede, a blur of motion swift, A thundering promise, a primal, moving gift. And when the twilight paints the sky anew, With fiery hues of crimson and deep blue, The campfire crackles, a low and steady glow, With jackals barking in the dark, and stars that grow. The stillness settles, vast, deep and wide, The wildness stirring, with nowhere left to hi...

Young Covid


Covid is 19 in years 

Already traveled the world over 

Many a statesman he met

Citizens he terrorized, both near and far 

How could this be, he's only 19 in years  



Feared by many 

Others he buried 

Shelters in place, 

Lost jobs and wages 

Salary cuts abound 

Depression seems certain 

Recession rumors are true 

Nations befuddled 


Economies he wrecked 

Foreclosures afoot 

More printed greens, six trillion US 

Europe in shambles, 

Asia in turmoil 

Africa in hiccups 

Savior unsighted 


He stands tall, above peer 19

Covid we loathe, history will recall

Imprinted in time is COVID 19 

Forever known, in the hall of Panic 



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