Moving toward the Horn of Africa, the interior, and the southern plains, here are sonnets for Somalia, Zimbabwe, and Botswana.
Mogadishu's Arches
The Indian Ocean sighs on sands of white,
Where Mogadishu’s arches face the sea,
A land where verses echo through the night,
To keep the flame of oral history.
Though storms of silver dust have swept the plains,
And nomadic trails are etched in ancient pride,
The spirit of the nomad still remains,
With camel bells and nothing left to hide.
The camel-herder's song is sharp and clear,
A melody of desert and of home,
That banishes the shadow and the fear,
Across the land where grazing spirits roam.
Oh, Nation of the Poets, rise and sing,
And let the peace your weary voices bring.
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