Poetry Blogs (2019, roots)
When summer turned to autumn
It took me by surprise.
It made me feel so sad.
It made me feel so wise,
To smell the fallen leaves
On the misty morning air,
To think of coming winter
And not to really care.
There's a beauty and a sweetness
In the dying of the year.
There's a mellowing completeness
As the long days disappear.
There's a turning, tur...
Sunday 8th September 2019 4:42 pm
We support one another
Like roots do trees
Holding one another up
Whenever they should bleed
Our bonds become stronger day by day
As our anxieties slowly fade away
Even when people should try to collude
We won't be pitted against one another
And should I ever be forced to choose
I would pick those who support me like the roots
Of the trees that stand so tall, as you enable me to
Saturday 1st September 2018 12:39 pm
I hate being South African
My hate so filled with love
Because I love my country so much that it hurts
Deep in my heart of darkness
And its' roots run through me like water
Iinto the earth reaching every corner of my heritage
My fathers blood stained land
My mothers struggle
And people I love leave me
Their roots severed with blades Of greene...
Wednesday 9th March 2016 11:17 am
The Walkin’ Man
For Pete Seeger (May 3rd 1919 – January 27th 2014)
Serendipity Spangle was a walkin’ man -
of that, there is no doubt,
he walked across great continents
and was seen round here about.
With his low slung jeans and guitar,
he had no need for fancy suits,
he just roamed the great blue yonder
in his worn down cowboy boots .
Those who were there at his birth
Tuesday 4th February 2014 1:13 pm