Come with me, hold tight my hand,
Whilst I show you my beloved land,
Africa’s blood washes through my veins,
From Bushveld glades to savanna plains.
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To face a lion live is different viewing it on screen, to look at the lion constantly in the eyes has a way of showing it 'who is boss'. Lines are wonderful to read.
A valid reason to conquer the king....all clear in the last stanza...a good, interesting flow throughout..awesome and inspiring....expecting more from you -thanks
I DO NOT WANT YOU TO LEAVE. YOU SHOULD NOT!
AWESOME! ! ! great rhymes and rhythm........excellently described piece woven witha great flow of words.........10++++++++
Alf, this poems excellent, has lots of feelings, has my thoughts on this, why kill a beast of wonder so full of life, to hang dead on any wall. Warm regards Bob 10+++
My poem Lion Roars Again is my greatest inspiration of the wild. Your poem a lion roars has just acknowledged that thought. I admire a lion and your thoughts
conquer the powerful.a will to succeed the mighty.a beautifull poem that inspires..the last para is the clique and inspiring. 'A shot rang out…a sound so sweet, The king of beasts lay at my feet, This was no trophy, no great prize. My life...his death…no compromise. ' voted10 surya
The strong and resilient power of a Lion can be felt with the poem though with a melancholic end yet can be conceived as a one facet of the humankind as Vernon Haward says: ''A truly strong person does not need the approval of others any more than a lion needs the approval of sheep''. Best Regards Naseer
Survival of the fittest or just luck - I think luck plays a part in these happenings. I liked this one very much, it flowed really well and held my interest all the way though. A really great read and very well written indeed. Nice one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Great buildup to a sad ending but this is life in the wild - it was not your time to go Alf and I am sure even today that roar fills your ears- not easily forgotten even at a distance...Well written - I could feel the size and power of this wonderful beast
Fantastic writing... the picture perfect settings roar like a lion...loud and clear through your fine work
Wow, you truely are the King of poem hunter - what a read, even better than the bedtime story you once told me about the Zebra - do you remember that one? Perhaps that should be your next poem! You ROAR Dad, love you stax
But that day twas not meant to be, God’s heaven had no need of me.......yeah those who are loved by heaven dies young........a good write again...........
Being the animal lover that I am, I felt the pain you endured. very well expressed
dear Alf you are one of the greatest poet here in poem hunter you explain the truth well, Especially your poems which explain Africas nature, i appriciate you at all thanks For sharing well done Luwi!
Alf this is a remarkable write. Indeed I have hear the roar of a very old lion - it may have been his last performance as he roared and roared in the grass on the side of the dirt track. It was more emotional than Frank Sinatra's grand finale of 'My Way'. Indeed I could have shaken that paw: -) Thank you Alf - this was wonderful: -)
Your story telling skills are excellent. The lion merging with your beautiful country makes a compelling poem. 10 Karin Anderson
i'm sad for the lion...but I'm glad you're life was spared....no, it was no compromise...i'm sure you'll always remember that lion your whole life.....