Soos die gras deur die wind
Word ek deur eensaamheid verslind
Die verlange na liefde
Maak my die seerste
Iewers moet ek my voete vind
Soos die grootword van ‘n kind
Iewers moet ek vastrapplek kry
En nie aanhoudend bly gly
Ek gryp aan ‘n graspol vas
En word deur die wind verras
Dit word uit my hand geruk
Sodat ek met ‘n handvol droë blare sit
Wanneer gaan ek die regte pol kry
Een met wortels wat sal bly
Dan trou ek met my droommeisie
Ons dans op die gras en die wind se wysie.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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