Knitting for Africa (part 13)

By Roger G McDonald

Eternal, like the Dark

The writer’s task is entertainment first.
I must not bore you, reader, with a flood
of anecdotes (in which the Kruger’s versed).
Indulge me in a final one, lest blood
is shed on yarn, and turns my name to mud.

A family friend, a Rider Haggard type,
is married to the bush, and to the park.
His barbed-wire camp, without a word of hype,
is wild beyond imagination’s spark.
Their vastness seems eternal, like the dark.
(to be continued)

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