2# Savannah

And as he went about his final task,
The grimace on his face he did not mask,
He opened his soul to recant his all,
And amid dusty dunes his feet did trace;
A land of beauty and bold birdsong call,
As words of wonder did escape his face.

Where the tribes did dwell,
The wind blew a grassy swell;
The boy was beckoned,
As the sun hauled him forth,
Through his eternal passage unseen,
To initiate a rite well known.

He pressed forward unheard,
His solemn tread not once revealed,
As all around the scrub did part,
To reveal his golden quarry,
The master of his fearful worry,
Union of hand and wood at once broken,
Now, anew forged in courage.

And as he finished what he started,
The boy was a man,
And he sighed and duly parted.