A sensitive soul
\nWho sees wildness like children do
\nWhat is just realness
\nCreation and more
\nTouched by the sadness
\nMoved by the gladness
\nA tangible reason
\nHe says to adore
\nThe Congo “My Congo”
\nacross the great river
\nWhere he took his first steps
\nAll those years ago
\nA child in his mothers arms
\nThe sights and the sounds
\nCome back to him vividly
\nIn leaps and bounds<\/p>\n
He a photographer
\nHis incarnation
\nDeep seated deep rooted
\nImplicitly so
\nHis bond with creation
\nA true celebration
\nOnce met his integrity
\nPart of the show
\nGoing back to his roots
\nTo embrace all the beauty
\nThe evergreen forests
\nThe true harmony
\nTchimpounga the sanctuary
\nboundlessly beautiful
\nA great awakening
\nThe Chimpanzee\u2019s
\nAll victims of poachers
\nOf hunters the pet trade
\nIt all laid
\nHard on their shoulders
\nSo if you please<\/p>\n
Many with missing limbs
\nClearly most tortured
\nSuffering agony
\nOn Their faces they
\nWrinkled and painted with
\nSadness and sorrow
\nBeing given back love
\nAnd attention each day
\nImmense was the love
\nEveryone could just feel it
\nVianet his heart on his sleeve
\nWe could see
\nThe enduring passion
\nThe undying magick
\nThe underline stress
\nThat appeared to be key<\/p>\n
Clinging on to each other
\nMothers and babies
\nMarvellous expressions
\nAs they drooped as they hung
\nSeeking support
\nAs they deftly did clamber
\nJane Goodall set it up
\nAnd he was caught
\nBy the ambient smouldering
\nMyriad plantlife
\nThe so many birds
\nAnd the reptiles galore
\nEach tiny winged fly
\nThat emerged and presented
\nItself to his lens
\nHe just did rely
\nOn the form and the shaping
\nThe sudden propulsion
\nSeeing it all with his heart
\nAnd his mind
\nWatery eyes over worked tear ducts
\nThe patterns and structures
\nJust felt underlined
\nHeading North to Oozala
\nThe National Park
\nWhere we see Forest Elephants
\nMaking their mark<\/p>\n
Durable pachyderms
\nWho can withstand
\nThe pure hydrotheraphy
\nCharged in the land
\nSquelchy and spongy
\nA waterlogged place
\nFull,of mineralised mud
\nHelping all to keep pace
\nWith the rush and many
\nFine birds everywhere
\nKingfishers Manakins
\nWhydah birds share
\nNests rather like the
\nCuckoo back here
\nLaying their eggs
\nJust anywhere near<\/p>\n
You can just feel the love
\nIn the voice in the soul
\nHis ancestral home
\nAs he takes on the role
\nOf his great grandfather
\nSokondi who
\nLived in the jungle
\nAs people still do
\nSo much vitality
\nAnd such a force
\nExistence and spirit
\nThis was the source
\nFrondescence and greenery
\nJust everywhere
\nThe people who live
\nIn the forest aware<\/p>\n
He trudged through the wet
\nThrough the creepers and heard
\nThe drums they were beating
\nOn every word
\nWe hastened we listened
\nA clearing where they
\nWere clearly intent
\nOn living each day
\nThe chief came to talk
\nAnd to dance and to say
\nTheir skins were beautiful
\nClearly each day
\nBeing close to the earth
\nTo the root of it all
\nEating fresh and wild
\nThey answer the call<\/p>\n
Of their creator
\nVianet could feel
\nHis facial expressions
\nLike them were so real
\nThe colours of Nature
\nAll vivid with light
\nThe psyche and reasoning powers
\nGood and bright
\nOne other place he wanted to see
\nMbeli Bai where he just had to be
\nWhere his consciousness took him
\nNouabale-ndoki much further North
\nSet up his hide and He sallied forth
\nWanted to eavesdrop on Nature and see
\nThe Lowland Gorillas and there yes they be
\nWonderfully muscled living the dream
\nWith their families around them
\nIt really did seem<\/p>\n
The hairy eared Buffalo’s
\nAnd Sitatungas all
\ngrazing peacefully
\nIt was their call
\nA soundness of mind
\nAbout this great place
\nLucid and clear headed
\nMeaningful there
\nAll being captured
\nFor others to share
\n\u201cMy Congo\u201d you felt it
\nThe essence did stay
\nHis accepted meaning
\nDidnt get in the way
\nIt came from his soul urge
\nHis literal role
\nHe was so understandable
\nAnd in control<\/p>\n
His commentary natural
\nHelping us hear
\nDefining the detail
\nWhen it did appear
\nDecoding the complex
\nIn other words
\nBrought us to our senses
\nAs if we were birds
\nIn the forest of dreams
\nIn his critical sphere
\nThe glossarial gorgeousness
\nAll of it here
\nManifested before us
\nAffirmations galore
\nWith so much conviction
\nPronounced in the raw<\/p>\n
Sincerity it really poured from his soul
\nUngarbled and factual
\nReaching his goal
\nYou could so feel his ardour
\nCogent snd strong
\nInspired and effective
\nHe seemed to belong
\nIn this place “my Congo”
\nThe love it came through
\nIn marshmallow dollops
\nOf everything true
\nAt the end I had tears
\nIn my eyes too
\nFeeling his passion
\nJust coming through
\nHis classicism
\nHis harmony
\nPolished and flawless
\nWith such symmetry<\/p>\n
The BBC made it
\nA Possible thing
\nAnswered his dreams
\nClearly did bring
\nSuch drama apparent
\nAnd a willingness too
\nBring this venturesome journey
\nTo someone like you
\nAnd it was refreshing
\nTastefully too
\nArtistic and elegant
\nAll the way through.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A sensitive soul Who sees wildness like children do What is just realness Creation and more Touched by the sadness Moved by the gladness A tangible reason He says to adore The Congo “My Congo” across the great river Where … Continue reading