The highveld wears its regal cloak:
Swathed in richness unprovoked.
And as the 'rante' run their fingers -
Through the plains' velvet vestures,
Widows plumed in satin-black,
Flit through fields of growing thatch.
The 'vleis' march in winding song -
Reeds and rushes their soldiers strong.
Encrusted with jewels of candid colour -
Bishops red and golden brother;
Whilst heaving in many joyful greens,
The hills romp in life serene.
Anointed with such pleasant rains,
The highveld rules its natural gains.
The Lord has blessed this pleasant place -
Endowed it with such lovely grace -
Any any who (dare) care to see,
Cannot but praise His majesty.
(after the 13 hr Greyhound bus-trip which zigzagged its way to Jo'burg from Grahamstown via KWTown, Queenstown, Bloemies, Welkom, Vereeniging and - wohoo!! - Park Station - yeah BABY!)
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lol hey ralphy
thanx 4 the comment
but u can read it like reality,
so my reality could be read as my unreality and vice versa
but ya i have been living it up, camping walking etc
3 waterfalls?
where?
Hey guy
I think this poem is awesome. You write it? I didn't think you you as the type who would wtie such profound stuff - but then again you can draw good. (?)
Much squshy hugs for ralph
hey will
Happy New Year! sounds like a good holiday. the waterfalls are in featherstone kloof...
see you soon!!!
Hey James ol' matie - i wrote it. yip. i like poetry - especially about the wilds and how it glorifies God! its a new 'discovery' for me (poetry). one day i'll look at your blog again - alas have to go to Cape Town for conference tomorrow for a week
love you bru
I feel that a new Blog entry is overdue
Deer Unkil Ralff
Wee think thatt yue shud make a new blogg entree. Wee r bord of looking at the old wuns. And wen r yue cumming to visit us?
Luff Candy and Cleo.
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