1 Three-Score-and-Ten Poetry Competition Winning Entries 2014, 2015 and 2016
2 Forward The idea for a poetry competition was formulated by Tamryn Vivien, our occupational therapist. To Tamryn, I say Thank You for the idea it has enriched our lives. I decided to open the competition to the over 70 community in Cape Town in the hope that participants would use this opportunity as a catalyst for exploring thoughts, feeliings and memories. We often forget that the elderly have a lifetime s worth of wisdom and experience to share with us. Rough Weather is Good Timber by Lee Edwin Kiser is a great example of surviving the roughest storms. His poem concludes with the following lines: The trouble with folks today, is that they re raised like hothouse flowers and they don t have much to go on at the end. Poetry is in very good health indeed and the power of the poetry submitted has inspired me. Congratulations to our winners and I hope that they will continue to share their sage counsel especially with younger people lacking their experience and who do not know that poetry watches life with much tenderness and truth. Alexander Pope said: Truth shines brighter, clad in verse. Gael Gael Baldwin, Managing Director The St James Retirement Hotel
3 2016 Finalists Left to right Back row: Chris Dodson, Derrick Law, Gail Barton, Douglas Maxwell, Muriel Leech, Yvonne O Connor, David Anderson, Finuala Dowling (Judge) Geoff Haresnape, Chip Wood Front row: Hazel Shaul, Wendy Vogt, Ekin Kench (overall winner), Adre Marshall, Val Parry
4 Overall Winner 2016 Ekin Kench AMOEBA I need to make sense-shape of it this changing and ageing those cremated cells quietly carried away, shrouded in biological shame The new ones shyly edge up or boldly take their place I moved amoeba-like through the years My being and my self split, stretched, hidden, doubled and merged I am told there is no self, no inherent existence branded as me But I take with me in the nucleus of each cell, that black-haired baby bumping into the walls of that other woman s womb
5 CLOSE OF PLAY Chip Wood The doctor s curt nod to a nurse prompts her stoop to flick a switch Effectively removing you from the Voters Roll More removals follow wires and tubes returned to waiting machines Which then are pushed into a corner where They sulk. A quick call by intercom brings Someone of lower caste with trolley and instructions to be discrete In wheeling you to the Basement Coldroom to await disposal to undertaker, family and friends. No one wants to go this way Your wish was to fall asleep under the Oaks at Newlands When the Umpire lifts the bails to tell you It s your Close of Play.
6 BEACHINGS Adre Marshall On the small shelly beach where the whispering stream still trickles down through reeds to meet the holding sand we watch them once again, five sun-streaked little heads above their beer-brown bodies bent intently over their task: with flying plastic spades they coax the grumbling stream to curl around and settle behind their piled-up wall of sand tamed into a Kariba dam. The tendrils of our memory go back some thirty years, to catch their parents with sun-bleached fronts flopping over eyes, thrusting tight-cupped hands Into sand,- to tame the same recalcitrant stream and make their miniature dam on the beach while puffs of laughter like butterflies flitted around their tangled heads. And burrowing further still we glimpse a group of bodies brown as litchi-pips, loincloths strung around their limbs squatting on the beach. Small fists grasp stone scrapers and blades, prising open the shellfish newly culled
7 at low tide from the rocks; their words click and spark as the scoop up water in their hollow ostrich eggs from this same spluttering stream And as we pluck these pictures to preserve like dried flowers between the pages I feel again, as the sand sighs through the hour-glass how generations coming over the dunes to this small stream on the shelly beach are with us still, knotted to this hearth, this beaching place.
8 c David Anderson The Southern Cape s Retirement Homes at Peers Silvermine, St James and Noordhoek Manor Are caring and concerned communities For elders Each has its strength, but camaraderie Is common to them all friendship shared Compassion shown by staff and management To elders No longer do we meet for wedding days; We now salute as dearest friends pass on And celebrate together lives well lived By elders They re some who may well reach the Roman C One hundred years a lifetime shared with friends, With spouse and family, but at the end With elders.
9 DE-COMPOSITION Val Parry I m going to bin it! All of it! (well, maybe some let s see..) I ll stuff it into plastic bags until my life is free. Forget about the washing up! All creativity needs selfish space, let cockroaches clean up the plates for me. No need for shopping trolleys when there s no time to cook my family can all eat out while I don my thinking-doek. No space for guilt, or visitors, I can t afford to look as if I sit and knit all day when writing my first book. I ll step down from my social work and put my friends on freeze! I ll set my sights on MY success and not on how to please. Let s sell the television! Lock up the DVDs! It s all just so much rubbish for a brain that needs release. BUT there is one chore I can ignore when garbage is its gain and that s to feed my garden: with compost, sweat and pain. So, sure! I ll clear the clutter and excuses from my brain but, if without life s humus, will I ever write again?
10 SEEMING Wendy Vogt I nearly picked up some sunshine today Thought it was a piece of paper on the carpet The sun lights our earth nature and ourselves. I was grateful for that patch It made me smile.
11 CITY HARVEST Kay Sinclair Summer dies in the city, starlight all around, and the yellow lamps glowing in the gutters where the dead leaves swirl. There is music in the sight of dust beating grittily against wall and window as flowers bow their heads, knowing nothingness already. The beat of the feet tramping windy pavements, Trees concealing withered leaves like cankers, and ivy dripping slowly from the walls And should we ask, as evening falls, What happened to our yesterdays? Someone will answer us: Blown with the leaves to dust.
12 LEPEL LE Derrick Law One night she crept into my bed where I, half asleep, yet waking felt her body pressed against mine, Her breasts against my back, her legs tucked up behind my knees, Lepel le An Afrikaans word meaning To lie like spoons There was no passion, no sex involved Passion had long since left us, followed by a comfortable intimacy, perfected over time, until mellowed by old age and Lepel le and occasional moments of intimacy to lie like spoons But time gets in the way, and memories fade, like ashes blown away by the wind; until one reaches an age where small comforts compensate like Lepel le.
13 ODE TO OONA Douglas Maxwell Ode to Oona: 1 Many many years ago, Oona, Oona Fell for a really cool crooner He sang her a ditty About a beautiful kitty Oh, Oona, Oona you make me swoona! Crooned, by the light of the silvery moona. Ode to Oona: 3 Oona, Oona, Oona Set sail in a bright red schoona If she hadn t followed the silvery moona She d have landed in Sardinia a lot lot soona! Wonder if she saw any Toona? Ode to Oona 4 Oona, Oona, Oona, Wasn t born in South Africaah. But in far-off Abysinniah. The favourite feline of the Empora discovered one day that she could fly The Empora could not believe his eyes! Off she flew over the Karoona To a new home in South Africaah. Oh Oona Oona Oona What a Princess you are!
14 SOUTHERN DOUBLE-COLLARED SUNBIRDS Geoff Haresnape not noticing grey-brown throat & breast nor belly faintly streaked You may call her Drab -- nester by vocation with sewing-needle claws & seed-sized beak she builds & builds fruit -shaped the whole rootlets & filaments interwined a blue thread from somebody s blouse straggling guinea fowl s feather gives a fashionable fleck to the porch above
15 kapok & spiders web hold all in place & down is down inside to comfort eventual chicks her mate the rainbow man is lyrical upon a hedge ssipity zweeta sweeta sweeta tsip tsip sunlight irradiates his plumage floats his song the partners flit about for nectar investigating calyxes sucking with the bees each one a tricksy spirit airy over every inch & ell
16 HIGHLY COMMENDED 2016
17 MRS VAN DER RIET Ekin Kench I thumb the latch, hear the soft click of the gate twist and spin the grinding door bell - do come in she says I have baked a cake So glad to see you. I hope you are well In the dark front room I sit on the hairy sofa and look at the doll on the chair We both face Mrs van der Riet and our feet do not touch the floor She looks as big as me and I am five that straight-legged golden haired doll she has thick stiff eye-lashes over glassy blue eyes And soft black shoes that I can touch but not hold Then I am through the passage and into the yard An explosion of birdsong and light red, yellow, green, they hop, fly and peck Ecstatic, nose to mesh I stare After the red drink and the cake I go back through the house I pass the doll on the chair and, like her, I wish I could visit Mrs van der Riet every day and always sitting there
18 TRICK OF LIGHT Chip Wood Sitting silently at night, pinecone fire sole source of light, I sense the presence of a younger She, so turn to see Her facial age lines slowly fade, with her hair no longer greyed. Noticing she warms me with that smile unchanged through more than fifty years to re-ignite those joyful flames illuminate Love, knowing nothing s changed it s just a trick of flickering light. TAPESTRY GROWING Wendy Vogt It is whatever it is It is also whatever it isn t If you stop there you drop there Make the threads sing like the dry grass light and swaying in the winds. ringing the changes beauty hovering
19 CANDELABRA LILIES Adre Marshall Two stalwart stems, a hand-span apart, grow parallel tut so close together Their branches intertwined From the head of these two stems spokes radiate out each cradling at its fingertips a swaddled candle, damask-pink The air flows freely around the stems and from the giant dandelion heads the branch-tips slowly unfurl their buds then flare out their fiery blooms to swell these two glowing candelabras now still more closely interlaced each giving the other light-boned support When dry, the candelabra flower heads will roll across the veld, driven by the wind like spinning Catherine wheels as their circular cages fling their seeds across the land. And we, our tumbling times now over days of cart-wheeling over the earth whirling at the whimsy of the wind hope we too, rooted close, and holding still a hand-span apart will ever give each other the same airy buoyancy and support
20 HONOURABLE MENTION 2016
21 POST-MODERN MATERNITY Adre Marshall For a new grandson From the time of your birth you had a puckish sense of fun. When, in the starched white ward (all germs and dust banished) that cricket started chirping, and we gasped, hand stopping mouth that such a creature should enter in polluting that disinfected space, and searched under chairs, bed, behind curtains, and at last opened the cupboard, finding my first cell phone that chirping ring! You screwed your creased new face into a grin, as though to say I knew I d end up in a family with a techno-peasant gran! Later you might be comforted by the sense of pattern repeated: All those years ago, when your mother was born, and they held her up by the heels for proud inspection wrinkled red face, ear buckled over, nose bent into a beak hair slicked up in a feathery black crest her mother your now grandmother whooped But she looks just like a hoepoe! The midwife startled back, as though to take the babe away for more rapturously maternal gaze, and snapped Well, I ve never before heard anyone laugh On the delivery table! So I wish you well in this family of hybrid creations, of crickets and birds where the reverential is always under siege by the risible.
22 MY GRANNY Gail Barton Jenny s granny s very clever she has a Science degree she understands co-tangents and bio-chemistry And Steven s gran is Oh-so-posh she s had the queen to tea where dainty sandwiches were served with silver cutlery. But MY grand builds sand castles when we go off to sea We frolic in the rock pools as happy as can be Once we found an orange crab and a pink anemone. Meg s gran floats in silky scarves she wears them with great flair and John s gran sports jade earrings so grand, you can t compare Tom s gran has a sequined bag and a velvet one to spare when they re all invited to the school to join us at the fair But MY grand makes a daisy chain which she wears in her grey hair and if anybody thinks it s odd MY grand just could not care I think she looks beautiful that s why they stand and stare. Polly s gran bakes biscuits and muffins made with bran and Norman s gran bakes donuts and peach and apple flan and Granny Mac is good at scones she makes them by the span and we eat them warm with butter and homemade strawberry jam But MY gran makes the best mud pies no other granny can We squish and squash them into shape and sprinkle them with sand then bake them on a big warm rock in her non stick patty pan. Of all the grannies in the world The most awesome is MY gran
23 SNAIL PACE Yvonne O Connor Slowly, cautiously we weave our worded way writing ourselves snail pace one step nearer to nakedness, unashamed this motley bunch of tight-rope walkers in this unravelling circus of life Don t give us pills that dull the damage or masks that mute give us words that we may snail pace weave our worded way out of dumb darknesses who are we? we are those who have escape the devious charity of unreality we are those who gain new ground through sacred scars word woven into ladders we climb one word at a time snail pace into that ineffable space where true community happens
24 EVENING ON FISH HOEK BEACH Chris Dodson Lone Kelp Gull large, erect in the shadows Why so alone? When the cormorants and lesser gulls are massing in flocks on the Bay Even the pigeons scavenge in mobs for tourist s crumbs by the pub bench Like me, do you enjoy aloneness? away from your chattering, mindless, avian Twitterati?
25 DRIVING THROUGH THE KAROO Hazel Sharl Driving through the Karoo Land of open spaces, distant horizons A solitary windmill, reminder of humanity A dust devil dances across the land where once diocotron roamed Beside meandering rivers before this giant basin silted up Flat-topped hills, defiant bastions against erosion now revealing the secrets of past millennia Treasure trove to paleontologists Driving through the Karoo Beaufort West pitstop, melting tar and on Guessing games how many miles to the next bend or car cricket oncoming cars a run overtaking scores a wicket Oh look there s a train Time to hand round the wine gums Heat and light Relief driving into the shadow of a passing cloud In the distance a rainstorm that never reaches earth And always the magic that pulls one back to the peace and solitude and strange beauty In time to come when I am gone you may well meet my shade Driving through the Karoo
26 FOLLOW THE TRAIL Muriel Leech Many, many years ago there was a valley wide with mountains high one either side while the sand between was deep and white Oh what a glorious, glorious sight. But when the season was at its height my how the wind blew but day and night No good to build a hut nor house, a hole is only for a mouse But the earliest guys in those far-off days found sheltered, cosy and homely caves A view of the valley right down to the sea and look there comes breakfast for you and me They cooked, so had fire And skins were for warmth and they had bows and arrows for hunting of course They painted their walls, how else would we know this history of Fish Hoek so long ago This story of Fish Hoek is the start of the tale so come to the museum and follow the trail. Fish Hoek Valley Museum Museum of Fish Hoek History, Peers cave excavations and more. Opening hours: 09h30 to 12h30 Tuesday to Saturday or by appointment. Tel:
27 2015 Finalists Left to right Back Row: Adre Marshall (overall winner), Geoffrey Haresnape, Val Parry, Pauline Hitchins, Finuala Dowling (Judge), Eveline Gilmore, Chip Wood, Chris Dodson Front row: Kay Sadie, Anne Welsh, Sheila Jeftha, Hazel Sharl, Vonni Romano (Not present: Erich Heinz).
28 Overall Winner 2015 Adre Marshall THIS To think that it could come to this that after all those wild days the times of heady tumblings and fire-fingered fumblings that this this duvet-cosseted cuddling by a purring fire stroked by the rubbing of the rain against the roof this slow soft-feathered snuggled warmth that this, after all, could answer, now, to our idea of Bliss!
29 POT OF GOLD Val Parry Do you remember 20? Life was a distant island on a dog-eared, yellow map a secret spread in front of us? Somewhere there would be treasure in that mottled plan. But wait! Weren t we warned about the dangers, of miss-step or a lurking corner; without a signpost or a compass which way to turn? We grabbed our backpacks and just went.* Suddenly, 50! Do you remember 50? The chart that led us through thorny valleys and up glittering peaks but we could still will blistered feet to find time for the unknown track skipping the beloved detours of our offspring * Now, ageless (which is another secret) our backpacks burst with the weight of gold carried lightly, with love.
30 YIKES! Geoffrey Haresnape 76 he? or she? in gender is the least of your problems. 24/7 it trawls our currents in search of a protein opportunity--- seals, penguins, an octopus--- It is careless of shape or size mouth a portico festooned with knives--- maw a cauldron that renders down when the shark flag flies do not enter the water should your paths cross it ll take no heed of your CV travel experience, taste in music portfolio of unit trusts--- nor of your belief that you are made in the image of god in its own way it is a mystic that yearns for you and it to be one this cult of unity has been around for 16 million years the consummation a ritual opening of jaws avoid the encounter you do not want to be its chum.
31 THEN AND NOW a sonnet Vonni Romano heady syringas a garden in spring a rhythmic mantra that the train tracks sing Amo amas amat as in a trance they kiss entwined under a rising moon She day-dreams of sheiks on the way to school Romance true love exotic lands monsoons But then she sees guillotined by the wheels A headless chicken doing its manic dance Now her journey s more confined from the train She still climbs slopes flies kites surfs turquoise waves sees a lone arum bloom in winter shade picks ever-lastings hears a scops owl call memories flash by ecstasy and pain still-life framed in the windows of a train
32 IN DIRE KNEED Adre Marshall I never thought that I could be In thrall to a mere hinge, a knee A knee whose foot was always pressed On hiking trails or mountain crest A knee that would skip up hills, down dale Fly over boulders, never quail Up India Venster, down Left Face B Table Mountain a mere molehill for this devotee Now this knee shoots shafts of pain along my leg Not bending, it buckles, it s a powder keg About to blow up, sending splinters of bone Showering over the fynbos all the way home I m told that the fault I entirely mine Resulting from years of abuse to knees and to spine On Sundays, instead of genuflecting with a lens before a flower I should have bent my knees, indoors, to a higher power!
33 THE PREGNANT SHELL Val Parry The pregnant shell of an alikreukel, glisten-eared abalone, cockle-tied seaweed and muscle-ing swell will soon, they say, be gone. Man s meddling mettle and greedy thrall will drain septic seas of fish till the starving cry of the last grey gull drowns in our own death wish. Let s hear the rattling crash of waves let s SEE our oceans clear! Let s feel the beat of the sea that braves these warm shores everywhere.
34 GOD S GIFT Kay Sadie The morning light comes through the bedroom curtains Another day begins You lift your head from the pillow There is an ache in your shoulder What to do today Go walk on the beach Too cold too windy Loneliness sets in Loneliness the curse of the elderly Go to the gym Stay fit Stay healthy Stay Happy Don t irritate people Don t complain that they don t call Don t complain that they don t visit You decide to go to the gym You are about to open the door The phone rings hullo Gran, can we come for a visit and a sleep over? The sun comes out The self-pity disappears Your heart swells with love and pleasure It is True! Grand Children are God s Gift To old people
35 WHEN DEATH COMES Eveline Gilmore How will it feel when Death comes? will there be pain Will I bleed? With my eyes closed will I still see; Is it like being asleep, Will I remember or will I forget My Life Might I float, or might I sink? Silence like under the water, the voices soft in my head. Or in a fog of kapok that drifts into the sun and is gone with me. How does it feel to be gone? Never to see another autumn with soft rain; No more Winter wrapped warm in a down duvet? No more Spring of bright colours; No more Summer and hot sun on my skin; No more sea, or beach. Will I miss the clouds or will I be part of the drops? Would I become part of a Whole, or will I still be me? Will I look forward or will I look back? Will they still matter the things left behind? Does the fog fade when the sun comes out or does the sight fade when the mist comes down? Will I be sad or will I be glad? When Death comes
36 FILTH Chris Dodson Island in Pacific Made of plastic Drinking straws, bottle tops Orgiastic? Climbers route to Everest Lined with litter Baked beans and lager cans Mild and Bitter? Space junk in our ionosphere Iron sprockets Chunks of reject satellites Bits of rockets? Sewage in our estuary Leaking on our beach Mixing with sweet wrappings Defying speech? Garbage on the internet Porn aimed at kiddies souls Mindless twitterati logic Full of holes! Seabirds drowned in oily goop Gasolines and diesels Shell Total Caltex and their gang Corporation weasels? But the biggest pile of ordure That daily fouls my routes Our leaders and their sycophants Scoundrels in cahoots!
37 DAYBREAK Hazel Sharl I shall meet my lover tonight The dawn air caresses by skin Shrill white eyes begin the bird twitter The ginger cat stretches and yawns A warm glow suffuses the valley Rose tinted clouds streak the sky The first rays of the sun kiss the ridges Ancient mountains embrace the bay Gentle wavelets suckle the sand Sun sparks dance across the waves Overhead gulls scream their desire I shall seek my lover tonight.
38 THOUGHTS AFTER MY FIRST MONTHS AT THE ST JAMES Anne Welsh If, for any reason, you are concerned, press the button for telephone or emergency. Happy hour will bring plenty of thirsty company, and merlot, stein, dry white or rose beer or whisky if you bring your own. Zimmer frames are the rule rather than the exception, so my ski sticks are part of the scene. Innocence will bring your rooibos tea and 4-minute egg. Constance will tell you how to train Ophelia to do her business outside but Ophelia is afraid of Toby who seems interested in her Always the sound of the waves and smell of the sea Blissful! Altogether a peaceful place, Offering all you need company, books, entertainment, good food Sunday buffet lunch is the best A good time to invite friends or family for that roast pork and crackling and roast chicken with stuffing followed by choc mousse and lemon meringue pie and cheesecake and tiramisu A bottle of wine is must with this If this is 3 score years & 10, I ll take it gratefully, and say grazie to Santiago.
39 GOLDEN WEDDING SONNET Chip Wood Half-century ago today And half a continent away We held hands in the exchange Of simple and prosaic vows. At odd times since we ve had to fight A partial fading of our light, And passing years have etched their lines Upon our persons, not our minds. Vows have deepened and have grown Into a credo of their own Fueled by love, by total trust, By children and our spaniel pets. Fifty years as groom and bride Still together, side by side.
40 NEWSPAPERS Chip Wood My daily paper opens at the Deaths to scan for names one might have known Rarely finding such one yet regrets Grief flowing from that silent page. Sadly I then shake my head to read the Stock Exchange instead Where one seeks the harmony of numbers, but they too bring pain. So fold the paper tightly, determined not to try again. This denies oneself the pleasure of crosswords, to be filed at leisure.
41 PENSIONER SITTING Chip Wood Watching pigeons peck for crumbs Fallen from a Chelsea Bun He estimates what hours remain To lights out at the Old Age Home. Then may he curl up in his bed, Praying not to reawaken To recalled memories and pain With a future of observing rain As pigeons strut across the stoep While he sips his lunchtime soup.
42 ON THE LOSS OF MY WIFE Erich Heinz With the silent trumpet blast the sun o er takes the morning star at last and in the clear dawn light, bids farewell to the memory of my love The sparrow-weavers in the tree sing their Mozart s symphony their requiem --- to the memory of my love. Etched against the distant hill the regimented aloes stand so still in one final last salute to the memory of my love The ibis give their plaintive cry the jackals call their last goodbye in the stillness of the morn to the memory of my love. My tear-drops falling in the dust, falling in the dust of memory echo gainst the hills Goodbye! goodbye! goodbye!
43 THE UKULELE (SELF PORTRAIT) Pauline Hitchings Diminutive not top drawer A minimum of strings A lowly and unlovely thing No instrument for kings Of sweet and bitter memories The ukulele sings Nostalgic notes too sad by far And lyrics that take wings
44 WONDER Sheila Jeftha Five perfect toes clasped within my loving hand in wonder. A minor miracle A miniature man I wonder how will he grow can he also know the wonder a loving father feels holding gently in his hands the wonder of a son.
45 DALEBROOK POOL Vonni Romano as trekkers trawl for fish we cast our nets borne by the breeze they drift sinking into the swell sprawled on the wall hungry we wait to snare our words glistening silver they wriggle and squirm trying to get free our pens spear a few that settle down on the empty page stringing them together like bunches of bokkoms we assess our catch scaling and gutting discarding some
46 2014 Finalists L R : Mindi Baldwin, P D Law, Lynne Blair (overall winner), David Anderson, Finuala Dowling (Judge), Sheila Jeftha, William H Goble, Lucretia Pretorius, Chris Dodson
47 Winner 2014 NAMIB Lynne Blair Heat, sand, Wind and searing sun, a skeleton tree silhouetted against a cobalt sky. Sand, slipping, sliding, blowing forming elliptical shapes. Dunes painted yellow to red ochre in endless waves. Dry waterways visible from above emaciated shrubs marching like an ancient army traversing a pass A proud desert Oryx under a stunted tree a surprising site driving a windswept road. Water flows the soft sands of the dry Sossusvlei with measure marked batons tell a story. But. This is ephermal, the air is dry the wind restless. This is a cruel land. Sand meets the ocean, there is no soft green transition. ruins of a diamond mine reflect a tragic harvest. There is an indelible imprint on the mind, the beauty is in the desolation miles on miles of rolling dunes brings a sense of endless time.
48 LIDGETTON Chris Dodson The river, gurgling past in merry haste, gloats as it weaves along its rock-strewn way, mirthfully chuckles, wags its ribald tongue, and mocks the boy, who sunburned on a rock basks half asleep and curses his lot. A lazy ibis flaps across the blue and hoarsely jeers the bather far below who now, with lazy stroke, cuts out a course across the shaded pool, then rests a while, and thinks dejected thoughts of days gone by The grasses, rustling in a gentle breeze, whisper, and tease him as he drags his way back from the stream. The house upon the hill spreads friendly eaves, and smilingly condoles with him, whom river, bird and grass have mocked, for morning brings a sadness to this pair, to house and boy tomorrow they must part. And well may nature mock, for she remains to sanctify this spot, while he, the boy, at school bemoans a holiday that s flown.
49 FOR NADINE Sheila Jeftha The writer passes on. An icon looming large, to many for some a traitor. Never passing through. Born into conflict, otherness, questions. All-seeing eyes noting, analysing, never compromising. Rejecting custom and law, fearless opinion bases on reason, never heeding bans. Tiny her frame with mighty pen, The voice the world needed to hear, never accepting limited rule, will be passed on.
50 ON THE BEACH BEFORE BREAKFAST David Anderson Upon the far horizon now a glow of orange light, a gleam of warmth, is seen; The sun appears and slowly starts to show its full and glorious self, it wondrous sheen. Across the peaceful swell the rays glint bright and gently warm the cool deserted beach; it is soon returned to sea with each wave s reach. An early fisherman, his footprints clear upon the clean-washed sand, re-casts his line; Two joggers next arrive and, running near the water s edge, they leave their tell-tale sign. The sun has risen now, another day of summer s heat is set upon its way.
51 EARTH CHILD Mindi Baldwin On the day of my birth from the womb of the earth I was registered part of humanity. But I grew with the plants till my uncles and aunts decided that this was insanity. In pursuit of their goal they pruned off my soul and made me all neat and acceptable. My clothing just right my halo too tight while my core remained quite undetectable. The place where they pruned left a large gaping wound where the white cells cavorted with glee. So with well-bred defiance disguised as compliance I whispered I want to be me! And who s that? Asked the preachers, the aunts and the teachers, as the halo constricted my head. So I stripped myself bare shook the tight from my hair this is me, I m and earthchild, I said. Being scared of the earth they decreed that my birth was an error of judgement, and so I returned to the trees to the sweet summer breeze and discovered my own embryo.
52 FISH HOEK WALKS William H Goble From off the southern ocean comes so cold a summer fury sure; It comes not gentle bus consuming bold, comes knocking on our door. And if it did not come on time each year, disturbing False Bay strong; We d worry much so full of sickening fear that summer s here gone wrong. We need this wind to temper summer heat; to soften all that sun: One hand on hat, one close to skirt, and feet alone must gauntlet run. See walking here an aged concentration; retirees at leisure, who in this wind find touching ventilation a balm we cannot measure. This ADAMASTOR of the Cape of Storms is not an ill wind blown: Searching our valley with its breath, it forms a flighting field well sown. Yes, Fish Hoek walks come wind come weather stalking, South Easter not our foe; Up north the rains and glad our Cape rejoicing, come southern summer blow.
53 SECOND SIGHT Lucretia Pretorius Suddenly observing your thighs are sagging, yet retaining outlines of that shapeliness that drew my eye one day in Spring. My throat constructs. How tenderly you ve held me. Dearer far the sight of you to me now, my Autumn love.
54 OUR LADY Lucretia Pretorius For my mother. The days of our years She lived three score years and ten dreaming, hoping and if by reason of strength enduring pain fourscore years in loveliness yet their strength labour and sorrow She lived every day of her years.
55 MEMORIES P D Law Memories are rather like roller coaster rides, seldom series of consecutive scenes, more like flotsam flung up by the tides, no logical sequence, just fragments like dreams. Small pictures in time dredged up by the mind, brief moments of actions, what made them last? No Rhyme or reason who the mind s blind should be opened to light up a view of the past. And now as I sit here and think without rue of byways I knew in my long lost past, I m glad that my mind is still able to view the days of my years, the memories that last.
56 THE IMMIGRANT P D Law When walking out one morning across the suburb s green, I saw a sight which has become an all too common scene. Here at the Fairest Cape the pharaoh s finest stand, Egypt s envoys in our midst immigrants in our land. Cairo to the Cape at last reversing Rhode s dream, not by road, rail or sea but by a high jet stream. See him strut, his neck out-thrust fancy free and footloose proud of his antiquity, The ubiquitous Egyptian goose.
57 1902 P D Law A dark and desolate land Blackened by fire not sun, Countless farms defiled Destroyed by whim no gun. Every glass blade burnt Field after field of ash, Golden crops all gone Homes and hopes all dashed. In his office at GHQ Jubilant at having won, Kitchener sits at his ease Lost in thoughts of home. Might at last victorious, Never a thought for the land, Only British pride, and Promises made of sand. Quiet now the cannon Rifles all handed in, Silent the last commando Time that peace should win. Until the men return Victims all of fate, Wives and loved ones waiting Xpectant at their gates, Yearning still for freedom Zealots, still filled with hate.
58 GARDEN PESTS David Anderson Throughout the year the sneaky snail with crunchy shell and slimy trail, Attacks the plants and without fail leaves nothing in its wake. The runner mole, so soft and cute, digs ups the grass from root to root, A cuddly chap, and yet a brute who s difficult to find. The caterpillar is the worst; With horned face he s surely cursed. It s strange to think a fiend at first will be a butterfly. The Ha-de-da with raucous cry deposits it when passing by, and barefoot gardeners such as I then curse the wretched bird. And thus the pestilential scourge is answered by the gard ner s urge to rid his land of pests and purge his property of beasts.
Monkey Travels Inspiring young minds Written by Paul Banks Illustrated by Norman Beckett Walt Disney Artist Good children grow to Good adults being Good. Always be the best person you can. This was a morning
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littlebird / Diti Ronen 1 Begin from above slowly, in a blue so light, so light and wide and big and white begin, with infinity begin with the sky. With the bird. Look, she is taking off. One bird, little.
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Name: Date: Little Red Riding Hood By Jerry Pinkney 1. In a small cottage there lived a sweet little girl and her dear mother, who once made for her daughter a lovely red riding hood. The child cherished
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,, How the Dog Found Himself 2 a New Master! T" L...-" SUMMARY OF THE LESSON Long, long ago dogs roamed freely in the forest. They were their own masters like the wolves. But once a dog did not like that
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