A journey through time

Then,

Margarette Trappe rides forth, as night fades away.
In the dawn’s gentle cradle, where the shadows play.
“Here is my kingdom” she’d whisper with pride,
A garden of eden, where the animals reside.

Her farm was a canvas, painted in green,
Thick, luscious forest with meandering streams.
She travelled on horseback, where the dagga bull walked,
On lands rich in history where the hunter still stalks.

She rode with the spirits of the land she had made,
Through canopies woven with sunlight and shade.
Beneath the mountain’s watchful gaze, through misty veils of blue,
She rode where the forests whisper, of secrets old and true.

Onward she travelled, from Meru’s grand height,
Through grassland meadows, bathed in soft golden light.
Her horses, true companions, so faithful and bold,
Boundless adventures, many stories to be told.

But time has its rhythm, and seasons must change,
Through shifting landscapes, life’s path rearranged.
Each mountain a guardian, each river a friend,
her legacy etched into Africas timeless blend.

Now,

I follow in her footsteps, embracing her death
As I journey on horseback, feeling history’s breath,
I see through her eyes, The world rich and bright,
The colours of Africa caught by the light.

With every stride taken, the past dances near,
In the saddle, connected, my purpose is clear.
My horses by my side, in the safaris embrace,
We move with the echoes of Margarette’s grace.

Southbound we venture, to the foothills so near,
where Kilimanjaro stands, majestic and clear.
The Kenyan border beckons, near Endumet’s way,
where the plains stretch out, in a grand display.

In the spirit of adventure, our horses take stride.
Together we gallop through grasslands so wide.
For every hoofbeat, a promise I make,
To honour the past, for the future’s own sake.

The mountains stand witness to the stories of old,
In the tapestry woven, my journey unfolds.
From Momella to Enduimet, in the saddle we rise,
Us riders united, under vast African skies.

Written by T. Russell