

This is the second place winner in the "Poetry Section"
There’s a stillness in the veld tonight;
Smells of dust and wood-smoke;
Spekboom, Gwharriebos and Aloe.
I’m here in Addo Elephant Park
And the scent in the air
Is a perfume by the name of ‘Africa’.
Like a row of ghostly shadows
Against a backdrop of crimson,
The herd moves towards the waterhole.
Night begins to fall
Filled with sounds of the wild,
And the singing of the crickets in the grass.
Dry, leafless thorn trees –
Their branches like upturned arms,
Are pleading for water from above.
The herd is standing still now
And gazing to the east
Where the clouds are gathering darkly in the dusk.
An awareness seems to settle
On both elephant and man
An expectant silence hangs thickly in the air.
The breeze begins to stir
And the first beads of rain descend,
Landing heavy in the red, parched, powdery dust.
I can feel and I can sense it:
A moment of pure joy
As their trumpeting breaks the surrealistic spell.
They revel as the drenching rain
Splashes over their dry, grey skin
And, for a moment, I know for certain: life is good.