Come with me, hold tight my hand, <br />Whilst I show you my beloved land, <br />Africa’s blood washes through my veins, <br />From Bushveld glades to savanna plains. <br /> <br />Have you ever heard a lion roar, <br />Been close enough to touch his paw, <br />Stared eye to eye, smelled his breath, <br />Observed razor teeth of instant death; <br /> <br />And then that roar…that numbing sound <br />Sending tremors through the very ground. <br />A lightening swipe of five sharp claws; <br />No video this, you can’t press pause. <br /> <br />Reality life, your minutes numbered, <br />Certain death… your life encumbered; <br />But that day twas not meant to be, <br />God’s heaven had no need of me. <br /> <br />A shot rang out…a sound so sweet, <br />The king of beasts lay at my feet, <br />This was no trophy, no great prize. <br />My life...his death…no compromise.<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lion-roars/
