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I have always wondered about what Charlie was trying to say |
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Die klein skitter heldjie was 'n digter |
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Linda's major efforts, a monumental task, to buy a farm for a white lion to become a farm for white lions... I find it the most amazing story I have ever heard before. |
I never realized how some poets did somehow manage to capture events the way I like it. The following two poems contribute...
DENNEBOS
Blou see van denne teen die hang -
tot op die blanke horison
die verste toppe yl word in
opaal van hoe lug en son.
'n Blou nabye heiligheid
wat tussen see en hemel staan,
waaroor die groot, mistieke dans
van vreemde stille wolke gaan.
N.P. van Wyk Louw
The second poem:
SLAMPAMPERLIEDJIE
Gist'raand in die maanlig daar buite
het ek stil op die seestrand gestaan,
en die weerlig het bo op die ruite
van die vensters geel vonke geslaan.
En ver, waar die see maar 'n lyn was,
waar die hemel en sterre hom soen,
waar die vloed kristalhelder en rein was,
en die branders half wit en half groen,
het ek weerlig gesien op- en neergaan,
soos silwer en goud in die lug,
soos siele wat bo na die Heer gaan -
stil, sonder 'n klag of 'n sug.
C. Louis Leipoldt
I thought my family did crazy things for the dogs, with my mother once even searching for the toiletpaper as we were not at home and the one little dog had to use a toilet. I felt bad to only return to the house of my parents as I did not want Charlie to be alone, even if I only went to the supermarket. This outcome was myself and my parents eventually had to buy a new house for the five of us, the three of us and the two dogs. Happily, as the two dogs were happy. They were never alone - my mother just at times felt the outside yard wasn't well enough equiped for the one little dog's toilet routines. Though, there was plenty of yard, with grass patch to make their little hearts happy.
But here, along, came someone else. She first have some monumental task to have one specific white lion and if this is not enough, to get the lion's heart happy, this woman goes off and buy this white lion a farm. This must be The Most Amazing story I have ever heard in my life.
This, the funny side of the story - the moral though:
Care in expression.
Looking and watching the animals and the wind and rain and clouds and trees and plants more closely lately, seeing Charlie isn't there to be watched anymore, there is so much to be found. Like the poem Oktobermaand Charlie left me with. Yet, there has been in the past other people also watching them all closely and feeling a need to capture what they saw. At the moment I am trying to find those poets who described them in the ways I find I can associate with. Sometimes the poems are beautiful, yet, one phrase can ruin the poem in my books and likings.
Paul Kruger had ideas for the animals, but Linda Tucker's buying of a farm for a lion, that then became lions - this is truely an amazing story.
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