At Swartmodder – II
The corrugated roof cracks and moans In the still midday heat No breeze breaks this spell Of shimmering mirage On the rock strewn ridges The cows gather lazily Under the few shade trees Scattered scantily about This strange, hot landscape I lie, exhausted, sweaty Under this groaning roof And feel all nature Press in upon me Hot, humid, overpowering The crickets shrill shriek Arises from their hidden roosts Piercing this eerie silent Hades Into which I have wearily journeyed
16/02/1991
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