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SHE DANCES ACROSS THE PACIFIC WATERS

THE HUMAN RACE

 

A WOMAN TO BEHOLD

From her euphoric whispers

come a redolent breath

that blinds the senses

evoking intimate thoughts.

 

As she moves across

the Pacific waters

stirring the tides,

the sea rolls in ecstasy.

 

The swells become waves

crowned by crests as

crispy white as stars

in the blackest night.

 

At day’s early light,

they dance endlessly

raising their mighty arms

in graceful pirouettes.

 

Boots LeBaron

 

BOTSWANA: A PARADISE FAR FROM THE HUMAN JUNGLE

THE HUMAN RACE

BOTSWANA: A HALF-A-WORLD-AWAY

 

I sit on the veranda

a half-a-world-away

watching the golden sun

in its last breath of day

filter through silhouetted leaves

of the ebony and acacia trees,

then quickly fall beneath

the silent Chobe River

leaving nothing but stars

guarding Venus

and her lantern moon.

And not too soon,

I marvel at the distance

I’ve traveled to get

where thoughts run free,

a half-a-world-away

from what is home to me.

To reach this

untamed place,

was such a human race.

After an eternity of soaring

on man-made wings,

I found this hideaway

where elephants

rule as kings.

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Where lions make love

for hours on end,

where pythons

coil, constrict and bend.

Giant Tuskers trumpet

and hippos bellow

in this

wild-animal bordello.

Leopards hunt,

warthogs grunt.

Zebra,  giraffe,

Cape buffalo,

they all play host

on this fertile land  

that has no coast.  

As eagles work the breeze,

scores of vultures

perch high

on limbs of trees.

Mosquitoes sting.

Myriad birds sing

in glorious cacophony.

They hoot and caw and chirp

in their inimitable

high-pitched harmony.

Crickets

tuned just right

play their

Stradivarius legs

throughout the night.

For those who must return

to their civilized encampment,

where plastic reigns

and torment gains,

Botswana is

enchantment.

A visit

permits a glimpse

at secrets we’ve been

blind to.

A moment just to ponder

was well worth

the wander.

Flying half way

round the world

aboard a 747,

proved to me,

at least:

It takes time

to get to heaven.

 

Boots LeBaron

 

(Overlooking the Chobe River,

a tributary of the Zambezi River

in southern Africa’s Botswana)

 

PELICANS IN FLIGHT: A PACIFIC-OCEAN SIGHT

THE HUMAN RACE

FLIGHT OF THE PELICANS

 

Thank God for the pelicans.

There they go.

All eight of them in a perfect row.

Skimming across the ocean

like bombers on a mission.

Whoops!

A trailer breaks off,

gains altitude,

then dives,

retracting its wings

just before the jarring,

splashing impact.

Curr-plunk!

Who designed these

magnificent feathered acrobats?

These clowns with big noses?

Suddenly, it bobs to the surface,

and floats for a moment

swallowing its meal.

Finally, with some effort,

it flaps those large,

powerful wings,

and like a

an ancient clipper ship,

lifts off.

Seeming to defy gravity

it gains altitude, circles,

then heads in the direction of its flock

which is lost in the distance.

Where does this

beautiful creature get

it’s navigational skills?

Just smart, I reckon.

 

Boots LeBaron

 

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