I Dreamed A Dream Of Africa

I Dreamed A Dream Of Africa

I dreamed a dream of Africa,
The red clay earth did call.
Beasts in fields were plentiful,
They danced before us all.

The villagers resplendent,
In batiks of tribal hue,
Walking by so royally,
Nodding greetings to me and you.

The flutes and drums on whispers,
Of the hot and parching wind,
Played a gentle healing song,
That spoke of rains on roofs of tin.

The coolness of the rain forests,
where bright frogs and birds abide,
And the Mbuti climb the canopy
to fetch the honey from the hive

Oh the coolness, Oh the perfumes
the shaded flowers would express
See the footprints that was Eden
Where God would walk and rest

Feel the earth blow rather dusty,
carrying the smell of creatures quick
Jaguars chase the chosen prey,
to the treelines deep and thick

Hear the stories of the old ones
Hummed in tones so sweet and low
Hear the breathing and the sighing
Where thoughts of all the elders go

Hear the footsteps, see them sojourn
Where modern time has not yet come
Where the wise ones reject the modern
And Heaven to them is kin and home

Echoes of the sweetest children,
Running barefoot to a meeting house,
Where white-garbed missionaries read
While they listen wide-eyed as a mouse.

The cooking fires send earthy spices,
Drifting upwards into the sky.
Along with whispered prayers of thanks,
To have a mighty God so close by.

Leaving is hard,But it helps remembering
That all of us are part African
Where God took the dust of Eden,
and made the first man and woman

By: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman