As Horus' great discus touches the horizon,
A kind of calmness descends on the plains
And for a moment in time the world stands still.
Zebra calf nestling against his mare's rump;
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I like this poem Lisa. And it's not just on the bushveld that peace descends... I used to work on the second floor of the Carlton Centre, relaying phoned-in messages to pagers. At sunset every afternoon (we had this view out across the city) , as the sun touched the horizon beyond Brixton, all the phones would stop ringing!
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I like this poem Lisa. And it's not just on the bushveld that peace descends... I used to work on the second floor of the Carlton Centre, relaying phoned-in messages to pagers. At sunset every afternoon (we had this view out across the city) , as the sun touched the horizon beyond Brixton, all the phones would stop ringing!