Nothing can make a day last longer
Nothing can make
a day last longer
but being in love
with the sun.
I long to live
in Cape Town
when it’s summer time,
where at eight
the sun still hangs high
as it did at three
but in winter
when the chill sets in
give my Pretoria to me
and then you can have
your Mediterranean climate
with intermittent rain
and north of the Magaliesberg
I will bask in the sun
and look at a blue sky
unless you invite me
to your lair
and we share
a Cape winter there.
poem by Gert Strydom
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You’re in another country called Cape Town
I peer at a city
while the rain is pouring down
and see blue-white thunder
falling from the sky
while dark clouds are milling up high
blown by storm winds
and the smell of rain
rises fresh from the earth
and my thoughts loiter
and I know where I am
and you’re in far off Cape Town
and I in my Pretoria.
Below me I see the zoo
and a city stretched out
in clear squares,
great buildings among statues
and gardens,
and on a hill
the sacred place of a nation
and you’re in far off Cape Town
and I in my Pretoria.
The houses in the suburb
are build for the summer heat
with verandas and big rooms,
with yellowwood floors,
with fans in the ceilings
and yards as big as parks
and trees with purple blue blossoms
lining every street
and you’re in far off Cape Town
and I in my Pretoria.
I hear a crowd roaring
in the stadium near to the university
for their rugby team to win
and everywhere blue flags are waving
and some faces are painted blue
and some heads have caps
with horns thrusting into the air
and you’re in far off Cape Town
and I in my Pretoria.
On the other side of the mountain
avocado and some tropical trees grow
and here I stand in the hero’s acre
among the fallen great
and to Andries Pretorius
I offer my salute
and in church square
my eyes stare
at the statue of uncle Paul
who still faces north
now turning green
and you’re in another country called Cape Town
and I in my Pretoria.
[Reference: To -. Composed at Rotterdam by Thomas Hood.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Cape Town
Cape Town
Is waiting for my return
So that I can go back to work
On my fishing boat
Cape Town
Is where I left my heart
During the winter months
Sleeping away
Until the summer arrives
So that I can go back
To cape Town
To wake up my heart
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Winter chill
Winter chill is here
It is getting near
All those christams days
Are different ways
Winter chill will soon go
Everyone is low
Its time to say goodbye
And make spirits high
Winter chill has finally gone, spring is near
When winter chill has gone everyone give a cheer
In spring its hot and sunny
I'll see you there chummy
poem by Hannah Law
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Christmas In Capetown
Every night
In jungletown
All the boogies in the street
Radios turned up very loud
Playin dancing queen
They love our music
This english girl from the north somewhere
Is stayin with me at my place
Drinkin up all my beer
Talkin about the poor niggers all the time
Its a real disgrace, she says
I tell her, darling, dont talk about things
You dont understand
I tell her, darling, dont talk about something
You dont know anything about
I tell her, darling, if you dont like it here
Go back to your own miserable country
Its christmas in cape town but it aint the same
Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin
And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around
You know my little brother, babe
Well, he works out at the diamond mine
I drove him out there at five this mornin
The niggers were waitin in a big long line
You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man
With a picture of star wars painted on the side
They were starin at us real hard with
Their big ugly yellow eyes
You could feel it
You could feel it
Its christmas in cape town but it aint the same
The stores are open all the time
And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd
And the christmas lights still shine
Myself, I dont like to drink the way
I used to, man, you know
It dont seem to get me high
And the beer dont taste the way it
Ought to taste somehow
And I dont know why
Dont talk to me about the planes
Man, Ive heard it
Just take a look around
What are we gonna do, blow up
The whole damn country?
Its christmas in cape town
Its christmas in cape town
Its christmas in cape town
song performed by by Randy Newman
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A Summer Affair
The summer is almost over,
and winter is almost here.
The skies of blue are turning grey,
as the long nights are coming in.
They said our love was only
a summer affair.
After the chill of winter,
no love would be there.
Years have passed
since that summer,
and our love still grows each day.
We’ve had our good and bad times,
and together we have seen them through.
Our love is strong,
and even in our twilight years,
together we will be here.
Our summer affair has lasted,
longer than they thought.
It has brought us happiness,
which few will ever see.
It has brought us contentment
with our children three,
and it has brought everlasting love
for just you and me.
9 March 1996
poem by David Harris
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Summer Affair
The summer is almost over
and winter is almost here,
the sky of blue is turning grey
as the long nights are coming in.
They said our love
was only a summer affair
and after the chill of winter,
no love will be there.
Our summer affair has lasted
longer than they thought
and it brought happiness
the kind few have ever seen.
It brought us contentment
with our children three
and it brought everlasting love
just for you and me.
Years have passed
since that summer
and our love grows each day.
We’ve had the good and bad times
and together we’ve seen them through.
Our love is strong
and even in our twilight years
together we will be here.
9 March 1996
poem by David Harris
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The Way I Feel Song
The way I feel about the winter
Is terrible
But I have the right to feel that way about the winter
Because the winter is very hard for me
And it takes a long time for my body to adjust from the summer
To the winter
Also in the summer the days are longer so I get plenty of sunlight
But in the winter there is hardly any sunlight
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At Cape Point
As I drive past Cape Point
and the winter rain sieves down,
I see the track going up the hill
and see walking up the slope
my girlfriend and I
on a long gone summer’s day.
Her smile was like the sun
and the tranquillity
as we walked up the hill
is with me still and what we said
does not matter at all
and at the top we looked
at the great rollers of the sea
where two oceans
and two strong currents meet
and saw huge waves crashing below
and through the telescope
we watched a liner sailing bye
and the wind ruffled her hair
and only the two of us were there
my girlfriend and I
and as feelings go
never have I felt a thing like that
and was the great world
as lovely as just then
and now I would give almost anything
to be back there
while my solitude
is giving way to loneliness.
[Reference: Cape point: A place where the Atlantic and Indian oceans meet and the hot Agulhas (Mozambique) and cold Benguela currents.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Winter Rose/love Awake
All through the summer I have followed you around
Bringing a rose for the winter thats coming
Now the snow is on the ground.
Winter rose. winter rose.
Shine your light in the air.
Winter rose. winter rose.
Skine your light everywhere.
Love awake. toll the bell.
Tell the world how glad you are.
Love awake to the day
When we can make our love awake.
Lord knows we need it any time we can get it.
But if we forget it every now and then.
But if you dont feel it, later on youll regret it.
And if we let it we could set it free, you and me.
Love awake. tone the bell.
Tell the world how glad you are.
Love awake to the day
When we can make our love awake.
Snowfalls in the winter,
Spring brings the rain.
But its never to long before the summer comes again.
It always comes again!
Love awake.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Winter Is Calling
Winter is moving,
coming to claim
her space in open fields,
roof tops and traffic jams.
She comes winking,
proclaiming her time
and calling people to
feel her cold hands
and chilly warmth.
Now is time to open
the old wardrobes.
Take out the hats, gloves,
and other winter clothes.
Prepare them as winter
spreads her cape to
wherever she passes by
And smile as winter winks
at you with her generous hand.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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South Gippsland In April
The leaves on the deciduous trees are turning brown
Yet in the Parks and gardens of Wonthaggi Town
The mynas are singing their songs tell of rain
And the frogs they are calling in the roadside drain.
Though into mid April and the Winter quite near
The weather quite warm for the time of year
On the beach at Cape Paterson the sun lovers lay
It may rain tomorrow but the sun shines today.
Only six weeks left of Autumn the time ticking on
And quite Summery weather though Summer is long gone
The old coastal hills overlooking the sea shore
Have seldom looked this dry or this brown before.
South Gippsland in April a fresh coastal breeze
In the woodland is soughing in the sunlit trees
Utopia on Earth the South Gippslanders say
That from where they live Heaven is not far away.
The birds in the Parkland they whistle and sing
It is more like weather in Summer or late Spring
The sun shining brightly but those brown hills nearby
A few hours of rain now would surely enjoy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When The Clocks Go Back
I dread the day, when the clocks go back;
Of daylight hours, there’s now a real lack.
I wish that, like some animals, we could hibernate,
As winter is a time of year, which I don’t highly rate.
At six o’clock, in the summer, it was still really very light,
But the same time, in winter, feels like the dead of night.
Once it gets dark, it suddenly feels really late,
And, these are the days, which I really hate.
There are a few winter events, on which, I’m keen,
Such as, Christmas, Bonfire Night, and Halloween.
But, for me, winter is just a season, to be got through;
It’s hard to keep myself from feeling down and blue.
My system begins to feel rather sluggish and slow,
As everything around me, loses its once golden glow.
Unlike, in the summer, when you feel at your best,
In winter, it’s all too easy, to lose some of your zest.
On dark evenings, it is now more dangerous to roam,
And, if I do, then it means getting a taxi back home.
On long summer evenings, people love to sit outside,
But, in winter, in their homes, they’d much rather hide.
With less daylight hours, there’s an increase in crime;
Unfortunately, for us, it’s a sign of our modern times.
For people, who now go to and from work, in the dark,
It’s no longer safe, to take a short cut through the park.
One of my favourite times of year, is the onset of spring;
A time when my sleepy soul, once more, begins to sing.
Spring is a season, which I really look forward to;
The onslaught of winter, it helps me to pull through.
Winter weather is very often dull and grey,
With persistent, heavy rain, on many a day.
When the weather warms up, I feel on a high:
Glad that the winter has, at last, passed on by.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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It's been stolen
Newgrange
The rain is hammering on our windows,
it's changed,
last week it was still warm
almost summer rain.
Now it's been stolen
along with the sun
dragged south
to give us our endless winter
To make it worse they mess with the clocks
make the darkness worse
the night longer.
I need the light and the sun!
I need that week in Seville again
tapas bars open on the street
sun hot on my skin
bright in my eyes, a joyful atmosphere
The south stole the sun
for their summer ration
but it seems to me most humans are in the north
so it's time to renegotiate
We need a better year
How about two extra months of sun up here
though that may upset the gods
those behind the barrows and stone circles
Where at the moment of the winter solstice
the prayers are answered
and each day that follows brings the sun
a few minutes closer
So I guess we are stuck with it
the cold winds from the north
sucking tha last warmth from the land
and those damp westerlies giving us grey damp
So out with the wellies
the waterproofs, hats and gloves
Let's get out the casseroles
and make a joyful and comforting stew.
poem by Robin Pratt
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The Fairest Cape
The mild Cape Town winter weather
triggers blooming of the Heather.
The Erica shines their lanterns
amongst the Foxtail Ferns.
The white clouds overhead feather.
The Silver Trees create a foil
against which the flora toil.
The King Proteas are gearing up
to supply a feast for birds to sup.
The Cape Cobra in slumber coil.
The Aloes have many a use
and can withstand much abuse.
The fiery red Cape Honeysuckle
led the cultivated hedges to buckle.
Mountain fires lit by the obtuse.
Our proud heritage was in full bloom -
a rambling pathway the only room.
Scorched earth, naked and black;
sustenance of the soil now sadly lack.
The canon on Signal Hill boom.
poem by Suzette Crous
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Warmth in Winter
Church bells chime in a darker clime
When winter sets her chill upon me,
Storms that blow with ice and snow
Make birds migrate to a fairer state
Temperatures decreasing contantly.
But Christmastime is a radiant time
As winter sets bright lights upon me;
Each cottage aglow with mistletoe
Each hill and dale a fairy-tale
And peaceful hearts surrounding me.
Poetic lines are historic rhymes
When winter sets her calm upon me
Hymns of Bethlehem well we know
The story of Jesus will never fail
To warm the very soul within me.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Flight to reality
The jet turns over the ocean
and a lonely gull,
flies past the wing.
Picturistic Cape Town is fading
while we fly,
through a sapphire blue sky.
Inland a summer thunderstorm
hangs heavy with dark black clouds,
like the feeling in my heart.
Death comes at its own time and place
and when I depart from the plane
it’s like walking into
another sad world,
where I would never see
my grandmother’s smile again.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Winter Message
A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Colder Than Winter
Its colder than winter
Right here in my heart
Lord Im gonna miss her
Shes torn me apart
I couldnt make you love me
I couldnt give any more
Its colder than winter
Since you closed the door
Its colder than winter
Im freezing inside
And my tears wont be bitter
Even though our love died
I couldnt make you love me
I couldnt give any more
Its colder than winter
Since you closed the door
Every time the sun sets
I shed another tear
And the lonelier I get
Wishing you were still here
I couldnt make you love me
I couldnt give any more
Its colder than winter
Since you closed the door
song performed by by Vince Gill
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To have a girl like you
I remember you coming
to Pretoria station
to say goodbye
while I caught the train
to a military camp
and four months of war.
The clock on the wall
showed that we were
half an hour early
and I bought you a can of Coke
at the café
before we walked
to the right platform
where the train
departing to Cape Town
had just come in
and I carried the brown duffle bag
and was dressed in my brown uniform
with shining boots and beret
and your big blue eyes
had a life of their own.
It was always first Cape Town,
then De Brug (at Bloemfontein) ,
next Luhatla and after that to war
and by then you knew that route.
There was a sad smile on your face
and you were beautiful
in a classical way and slender
and I gave you a hug
and a goodbye kiss
and when that train left
we both waved.
Other soldiers where also
looking and waving at you
and some to loved ones
and another officer said
that I was lucky
to have a girl like you
and the next goodbye
was at Waterkloof military airbase,
but you wouldn’t be in it
and I didn’t know it then.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Life Is Lovely All the Year
When the buds are blossoming,
Smiling welcome to the spring,
Lovers choose a wedding day -
Life is love in merry May!
Spring is green - Fal lal la!
Summer's rose - Fal lal la!
It is sad when Summer goes,
Fal la!
Autumn's gold - Fal lal la!
Winter's grey - Fal lal la!
Winter still is far away -
Fal la!
Leaves in Autumn fade and fall;
Winter is the end of all.
Spring and summer teem with glee:
Spring and summer, then, for me!
Fal la!
In the Spring-time seed is sown:
In the Summer grass is mown:
In the Autumn you may reap:
Winter is the time for sleep.
Spring is hope - Fal lal la!
Summer's joy - Fal lal la!
Spring and Summer never cloy,
Fal la!
Autumn, toil - Fal lal la!
Winter, rest - Fal lal la!
Winter, after all, is best -
Fal la!
Spring and summer pleasure you,
Autumn, ay, and winter, too -
Every season has its cheer;
Life is lovely all the year!
Fal la!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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