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Kruger Park Visit – 2015

Post No. 880

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Kruger Park Visit – 2015 

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NB : Click on each photograph to enlarge it, then press the arrow (top left) to return

A lone buffalo

A lone buffalo

A crocodile

A crocodile almost submerged

Another crocodile further along the river

At least three hippo’s popping up for air

Elephants enjoying the river water

Elephants enjoying the river water

More elephant

More elephant

A trio of giraffe near the river

A trio of giraffe near the river

To be continued…


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In the Wild

Post No. 878

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In the Wild

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Driving at a snail’s pace corrugations rattle

As the road runs over arid riverbeds

The scenery loops round and round, over and over

A recording stuck in the groove

Then slowly a change takes place, a small dam ~

A large puddle ~ and just around the bend a trickle

As water dribbles along between giant rocks

Growing gradually longer, wider, stronger

Yet the overall emptiness of the riverbed remained

Small antelope could be seen now and again

The young kicking up their heels with frisky leaps

And majestic posing of adults in their prime

Making us aware of their entitlement and our intrusion

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©Denise G Allen, 05 October 2015 08:32


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Thirst

Post No. 877

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Thirst

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Dry heat dances above the tarmac

Eyes burning, searing, searching

Dense bush along the roadsides

With glimpses of clearings as we ride

Dirt replaces tar and rough replaces smooth

Saplings predominate

But some giants stand proud and tall

Greenery is mostly grey

Riverbeds lie yawning, boulder-strewn, bone dry

The rains are coming by and by…

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©Denise G Allen, 04 October 2015 07:52


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The Line

Post No. 850

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The Line

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A thin line came into sight

slowly crawled across the wall

a single stroke to start

a slash, a gash, lightning streaks

are added to the mix

across the paint, black on white

a spider’s web, a snare…

a fine brush, the softest touch…

and when the deed is done

she strikes, she bites

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©Denise G Allen, 05 August 2015 08:11


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Evolution

Post No. 790

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Evolution

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As I gaze at the small green triangle, that was once a wide

Grassy hillside, I see the haze, the mist, closing in slowly,

Creeping downward and blanketing all in its path.

Where once there were meadows, streams and

Strong green trees, now human ants have eaten

Them all away, leaving only a concrete jungle,

Expanding by the day. Progress? Or regress?

I would rather the flower-filled view,

Changing with the seasons,

Than the neat, cemented, sanitized structures,

Impersonal clones that we call homes.

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©Denise G Allen, 10 April 2015 09:36


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This Plastic World

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We live in a plastic world

Where discards outweigh utility,

Where garbage pollutes air, land and sea

And everything is temporary;

Nature must take a back seat

‘Cos man has learned to manipulate

Greens and meat and all we eat.

Plastic, cardboard used once

Then tossed away. Society tells us

How to think, act and re-act,

Fit the parameters or be a mis-fit,

Clones of idEAlised/idOlised

Specimens of humanity don’t stir the pot,

Blow the snot where it lands –

Out of sight, out of mind.

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©Denise G Allen, 16 November 2014 07:28


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Music of the Sea

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Lift me up on the crest of the wave,

Let me ride home safe to the shore,

The joy I feel when I am borne,

Weightless on the water,

Will be with me evermore.

The music of the sea does not falter,

The song of the sea does not fade,

As I hold the conch shell to my ear

The echo of the sea remains.

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©Denise G Allen, 08 November 2014 11:44


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God and me

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The beauty of nature,

its ever-changing colours,

flowers that grow

according to the seasons,

surrounding us with reasons

known only to God.

I find reflections of Him

in everything i see;

i listen while He

speaks to my spirit,

resonates with my soul

‘til i am whole.

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©Denise G Allen, 06 November 2014 10:59


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Watching the Sea

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I have sat for hours,

And could sit for hours more,

Watching the sea;

Marvelling at its many moods

From a calm, gelatinous mass

To a raging, furious, crass

But fascinating, captivating

Eccentricity;

Throwing itself against the rocks

Blocking its way, and the spray

Dispersing, diffusing across my view

Covering you and me

As we watched the sea.

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©Denise G Allen, 05 November 2014 09:30