Walking across slippery rocks in shallow rapids... swinging from a long rope to bomb the murky river... sitting quietly on a jetty watching the cunning fish circle the bait with not a bite to be had... rowing a canoe and gliding to the sound of wind in the trees... a jumping fish mocks the fishermen... playing monopoly for hours... walking in heat... looking at the brilliant purple of the Jacaranda trees... drinking orange juice with ice blocks... an afternoon sleep... lifting the toilet seat with your foot for those sneaky scorpions... eating koeksisters, home made bread, milk tart.
The Groot-Marico... You can see why Herman Charles Bosman lived here. So would you.
'Hey, you!' says the sunflower to the sun
Just like that,
In tones of mockery,
'Hey, you!
Where's your stem?'
http://zar.co.za/bosman.htm
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