My Grandparents’ Farm: A Poem
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Then we lived on
my grandparents’ farm
in the shattered heart
of the old Cape Province.
Coming from the north,
we wound our way
through spectral
black mountains
to enter the ancient valley.
It lay inert with the violence
of its creation,
a theatre of faulted bedrock
with a mountain range
on either side,
reaching back and up ahead
as far as I could see.
Overhead,
roiling skies
of all tempers.
And to the south,
in the foothills
along a darkened river,
a narrow seam
of fertile meadows
and deep red limestone hills.
