Masai Mara 18 Thursday Sep 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment The Masai Mara, At sunset. The clouds high in the sky, Like crushed blackberries, And a flush of fire across the plain. A lone mopane tree, Brave, against the landscape, Seems to caress the sun as it sets. 51.426477 -0.068644 Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...