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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398518" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Highveld</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(after Toon van den Heever) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Highveld with the sky cobalt blue and open<br>where rock rabbits, steenbok and baboons revel, <br>you see the wind skipping through the long grass<br>and you can still believe in God and His angels, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the rain gathers with thunder<br>where through the open spaces you can see far into the veldt, <br>you are astounded by the beauty of flowering proteas<br>and you still can realize your dependence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but when the city’s rumbling becomes too much, <br>the jacarandas start flowering in the streets, <br>buildings of steel and concrete start to curtail you, <br>you dream about wild flowers appearing everywhere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it’s the places of a child that you miss, <br>in the Highveld where the veldt stretches out into the distance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the Highveld where the veldt stretches out into the distance<br>and the wind rollicks through the grass<br>the sky is pure blue and you can look for hours at it, <br>there you can find freedom from the city’s imprisonment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the wind rustles through the march you loose all sadness, <br>you see the African red-knobbed coot gathering her chickens, <br>you can hear the finches’ caper, branches full together, <br>you see every great small happening, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">how wild flowers of every imaginable colour<br>grow as if planted in secret<br>(and I will go back if I only could) <br>where I can find some serenity, can have peace<br>where I will know about God’s heritage; <br>there the sun shines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the sun shines<br>where proteas and aloes flower wildly, <br>bright up to the horizon<br>coming out of the earth by themselves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with violets growing purple-blue right through the marsh, <br>with daisies stretching white over the veldt, <br>with long tailed widow birds flapping their wings<br>and the earth is covered with long green grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To this piece of ground I am trapped<br>even when my days are drawing to their end, <br>it goes even to my heart’s deepest yearning, <br>with every plant, bush and flower</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as it’s bought with sweat and blood, <br>nobody can strip it from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody can strip it from me, <br>I have to go back to where the sun hangs golden<br>in the sapphire heaven, I have got to strip the city from me<br>(but if I only could) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the big desire stays and out of the town I must go<br>away from the ambulance and police sirens that cuts through everything, <br>trains whistling almost endlessly, <br>I have got to go to where only the frog choir and crickets sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again I have got to get the smell of sugar bushes, <br>smell the rain, spring, summer and even autumn<br>I must get away from a world where tinned pleasure seduces, <br>where people use other people for their own pleasure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to stand in the green fields of grass, <br>when the day dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the day dies<br>letting its last rays fall, <br>with the birds flying to their nests<br>darkness comes to this part of the universe, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the doves at dusk still call to each other<br>as if their voices bind them in the darkness, <br>you can see the moon sailing golden-yellow through the sky, <br>you are sometimes blinded by the bright rays, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the city lights glitter far away<br>in all the colours of the rainbow, <br>here you want to bond your life to a loved one, <br>catching her moments long in your eye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when people come together here, <br>the madness of the human existence is exorcised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The madness of the human existence is exorcised<br>even in later years past your own youth, <br>when you are in the world that your heart desires, <br>you want to invite the new spring to stay with you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shaking out that which bothers and torments to the early summer wind, <br>feeling the effervescence of new life, <br>blinded by the sun you want to find healing<br>while the whole of spring washes through your life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with the light, air, the flowers, birds and sun splashing down<br>as if your autumn is only in your imagination, <br>you want to wash yourself clean from old age, <br>you are searching for exorcism from the darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there are still flowers sprouting out everywhere, <br>when the colours of autumn smoulder in the trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the colours of autumn smoulder in the trees<br>with branches being full of coloured leaves, <br>the sun is still heating as in summer<br>before the first biting winds begin to whine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see opened pod upon opened pod<br>that lays brown scorched without any signs of seeds, <br>the dull blue sky has clouds in milky white, <br>trees become a wild watermill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is halfway skeleton, halfway still carrying leaves, <br>afternoons are still drawn out<br>and even when days earlier end in winter<br>it’s a time without equal, <br>as if the summer can last forever, <br>in the Highveld with the sky cobalt blue and open.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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In the Highveld with the sky cobalt blue and open
where rock rabbits, steenbok and baboons revel, 
you see the wind skipping through the long grass
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