G is for Ghosts of Africa Past
Glimpses of spectres of times gone by;
Giving us visions of canvas vast –
Glorious visions of do or die.
Gaze, now, with awe at the country wild;
Going through this in the days of old?
Grateful so much is still undefiled,
Greeting the resolute the and bold.
H is the action these ghosts will give,
Haunting all those who have eyes to see
How all our ancestors came to live;
Homes made for those such as you or me.
H is, as well, for our partners here –
Horses who helped us to tame the land;
Heavily laden; often in fear;
Helpers far more than most understand.
© Colonialist April 2012 (WordPress/Letterdash)