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Saturday, 14 May 2022

Wilgerlied

Woedend sal sy wortel skiet.

Die Wilger grawe uiters diep.

Weinig sal die ou siel faal.

Duister kennis - Moedertaal.


Bas en blaar; grond en sand.

Koue water byderhand.

Op die oewer - langs die riet.

In die stilte sing die Wilgerlied.

Posted by Heinrich Griessel at 23:57
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