His proud shoulders stooped and aching head bent,
The man looked at the earth beneath his feet.
Blood, sweat, tears and long years on this land were spent.
Man alive! No man won land without pain.
His beloved wife lay here at eternal rest.
On this very land they had met and wed.
They faced their hard life together with zest;
Life was cruel and the prce they paid, high.
The lush land before him was proudly his own
No man could have achieved more in his life.
This was his pride, his joy and his only home,
He knelt there on the dry red earth and cried.
His servant of many years watched in sorrow,
He knew the thoughts that tortured his master.
What would become of his great land tomorrow,
And Oh God! Why could a man not just die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Dee... If only we knew the future... I am Rhodesian... but no one really cares because it hasn't happened to them.. I read poems of Americans back from Nam treated as pariah... We have a duty to record it before its 'Politically correct not to' I salute you, a fine bit of penning and I hope to see more.10 You asked me to comment on Jaryd but you don't allow messages... Cheers Alf my e mail info@obadiahoutreach.org