Vision Quest (I Dream Africa) Poem by O.S. Brooks

I dream of having her breath whisper softly
'Welcome home', we'd claim a quiet hill
I'd listen for sounds of drums as lions lay resting
their bellies full as balloons after a kill

I'd stretch from side to side
just to embrace her
As if the time had been so long indeed
I'd kiss the moment
until the daylight wakes her
all in dreams that seem so real to me

The sun would paint the sky line orange in nature
As trees would shed their shadows in the breeze
I'd dream Grandma was right there counting blessings
I'd hold her close so she can live through me

Rain would fall and bring some vegetation
Just enough to feed my dreams and I
I'd hold fast and try to calm a nation
In unrest before the heat would die

Famine nearly takes away my sisters
On our hill it all seems clear to see
Thirty million hungry in the valley
And not one holds a grain so we can eat

I dream of having smiled before it's over
I dream of mother Africa's freedom
I dream so deep I nearly pass much lower
To God-Sincerely O', your poet son