Africa in a glance

This is a poem for the Africa of old

Mountains high and valleys low
Fertile lands with grass so green
Little houses made of thatch
And a few made of clay

Older men in their age
Children sat round the camp
Listening to fairytales
Of cunny tortoise and the hare

It was once a peaceful land
Where the children laughed so loud
The young ladies in their youth
Danced in the village square

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Children playing in the fields
Making kites from paper bags
Small houses made of sands
Smeared with dirt on their feet

It was once a peaceful land
Where justice reign and truth has a seat
Take me home, oh, take me
To Africa of old

Mothers rise before the sun
Hunters wield their wooden guns
And by the well the potter sat
Telling stories while he mud

I could tell you of a place
That was once a land of gold
Craftsman and fishermen
Happily singing while they work

Oh if I fly away
To the days and mystery years
I could go miles and miles
But it's all a wish
For a time as good like the old