My Motherland

I am soulful peregrinator

behind the edge of the Silent Ocean.

I dwell on island of diversity

beneath the light of the Southern star.

Here,

my offspring blossom

amongst colourful tribes.

Through long winters

blanket of memories offers a solace.

At the beginning of Spring I sit

under the Jacaranda tree, and dream.

Dream of you.

In the summer times

North wind warms worn fragile bones,

bringing a wave of desert into

my desolated soul. And I hunger.

Hunger for you.

Amidst Autumn rains I visit the coast.

From there I search misty horizons and pray

for the rainbow of your colours.

In silence I sigh for the Maker of this Earth.

To heal your wounds,

to free your children

my war – torn Motherland.

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