Borne in explosion at the lure of gold
Seducing men young and old
A yellow speck amidst a sea of brown sand
And so the world knew the Witwatersrand
During chaos and folly the seeds were sown
For flashes of brilliance; a destiny your own
Shovels and pics punctured the land
Africans toiled; their bosses were fanned
The dust settled after the last speck was found
The gold-men were amazed as they looked around
The underground wealth had not been depleted
It was all around them; a town was completed
In rapid growth, your borders were enveloped
In place of trees and veld, buildings developed
Your people impetuous, they erected a school
“Quick, hurry up! The mind is a tool.”
There they learnt how to forget your past
But in verse, you knew your story would last
Today more than a town – home to the greats
To athletes and artists and Charlize in The States
Life is now gentle in the City of Lakes
But there is one at your heart, and not by mistake
A mountain-sentinel wise and old
He reminds us that first, you were a city of gold.
Featured image: Sunset over Homestead Dam by matt_e sourced from Flicker under the Creative Commons license 2.0
my kinda poem… good use of rhyme… would like to feature your stuff in a forthcoming site…
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Thank you kindly. Sounds good. Perhaps you could tell me more about it? Here’s my email address: niallr.hurley@gmail.com
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My kind of poem… good use of rhymes… would like 2 feature your stuff on a forthcoming site.
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Hey Niall poem there now………….So glad your keeping up with the blog and writing well……….Nice one
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