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Behold
The mighty Baobab tree
Standing erect and tall
On the African land
As it burries its head
Into the red stained earth
Full of shame and anger
How it spreads its arms
High above the ground
To persuade the Gods
And then again
How it drills its big roots
Deep down into the soil
To claim its heritage
7.12.12 / 7pm
Powerful.
7.12.12 / 9pm
That’s the only word that fits the image of the baobab. Thanks, Suzan!
7.12.12 / 9pm
My pleasure! Enjoyed reading it.
7.12.12 / 8pm
Powerful like Susan wrote…the Baobab tree brings to mind one of my favorite poems by Wole Soyinka
7.12.12 / 9pm
Maybe you could provide a link here to the poem of Soyinka. Thanks, Boomie!
7.12.12 / 9pm
Oh i have it on my post and it is JP Clark, not Soyinka…they have a poem that has the same title and so i mix em up…both poems are on my blog “Abiku” He only mentions the tree but the images you created with your poem connected me back to Abiku.
Soyinka’s Abiku is my favorite but they both did an amazing job
7.12.12 / 9pm
Thanks. I will check them out.
7.12.12 / 10pm
Reblogged this on Aturmercy and commented:
This is a beautiful piece. This is a reminder of who we are as Africans. We should be proud of our heritage and stand tall, always.
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