A phoenix, gravel and pebble path
marks the outline of a metal store,
beckons visitors from a brown road
with Shona sculptures waving
Yellow glass shines,
gathers red stones,
glows from copper soil,
holds the mist of Cape Point
Angels protect memories of cow sheds,
on a rocky lane,
beneath a weathered farm house
it sustains motion and music
Bellowing frogs, tin pan hats,
dung bettles, with doors of twine coasters,
orange, green, black and white baskets
entice your eyes to enter a Red Farm in Cape Peninsula
Dolls speak with necklaces,
in white, red and blue beads,
blankets warm bare feeet on
windy coastal nights,
wire figures have tea parties
A recycled iron horse guards the corral
where kaleidoscopes,
pin wheels colored bowls and containers shimmer,
fall clouds simmer in the southern valley
The Sun dances when the clouds
are clear over Table Mountain,
the boulders, coral have not claimed new souls,
ships moving around the point of spears
Red Rock Tribal
teases the eyes
our brain is massaged
Near the Cape of Good Hope
it nutures African arts
supports rural dreams
Melvin Lewis - Chicago
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