An ode to the Mother City
We have a Mountain
We have trees
We have fynbos
We have bees
We have a Mountain
We have shacks
We have squalor
Heaped in stacks
We have a Mountain
We have beaches
Sunny skies
And juicy peaches
We have a Mountain
Crime and politics
Friends and family
Steel and bricks
We had a Mountain
A wonderful place
We had a Mountain
But not the right face
We don’t have a Mountain
It’s with us not
We’ll always have a Mountain
No matter what.
We have a Mountain,
Bru.
We have trees
We have fynbos
We have bees
We have a Mountain
We have shacks
We have squalor
Heaped in stacks
We have a Mountain
We have beaches
Sunny skies
And juicy peaches
We have a MountainCrime and politics
Friends and family
Steel and bricks
We had a Mountain
A wonderful place
We had a Mountain
But not the right face
We don’t have a Mountain
It’s with us not
We’ll always have a Mountain
No matter what.
We have a Mountain,Bru.
3 comments:
You should consider entering your poetry in a competition. Who knows, you may win?
Did you mention theres a mountain? You def got all the creative genes in the family. bru.
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*Britta
Cool. I would make some comments on your site, but I really just don't feel like going through the schlepp of registering there. Will be checking it out regularly though!
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