Noel: Has this author been to Africa?
Gwen: Who knows or cares? Let the poem speak for itself – ta heck with the author.
Noel: I can't do that . . . each poem seems linked in countless way to its creator.
Serengeti Spring - an art work by T Newfields

Serengeti Spring:

An African Voyage

High in the branches
of the Serengeti plain
where sun scorches earth
lizards rest on acacia bark
waiting for insects to pass

In a different world –
occupying the same space
giraffes nibble on baobab flowers
while moving across freshly verdant plains.

As their tails swish
i hear a faint hiss
and the savannah explodes
in my nostrils.