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Author Archives: sula 1968

COPE POETRY

Filled with a sense of expectation I wrote the following poem the day before the November convention.  The winds of change rustle the bushveld. Pregnant clouds herald a storm. Parched earth thirsts for fresh life. African sun prepares for new dawn Acacia woos the weary To rest in her spring clothed shade The dove sings in soft tones that peace ... Read More »