I Dreamed A Dream Of Africa

I Dreamed A Dream Of Africa

I dreamed a dream of Africa,
The red clay earth did call.
Beasts in fields were plentiful,
They danced before us all.

The villagers resplendent,
In batiks of tribal hue,
Walking by so royally,
Nodding greetings to me and you.

The flutes and drums on whispers,
Of the hot and parching wind,
Played a gentle healing song,
That spoke of rains on roofs of tin.

Echoes of the sweet children,
Running barefoot to a meeting house,
Where missionaries read while
They listened wide-eyed as a mouse.

The cooking fires sent spices,
Drifting upward into a starry sky.
Along with prayers of thanks,
To have our Lord close by.

Africa's people, food, and language,
Especially the lofty Sierra Leone,
Not just photos on a scrapbook page,
But in my heart and wherever I roam.


By: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman