Die teerpad verdwyn oor die horison
Genadeloos brand die son
Geen mens of dier in sig
Het hulle onder die son geswig?
Die aarde strek hom uit
Daar in die verte uit
Net ‘n koppie of twee
In die verte ‘n kraai wat skree
‘n Duisend telefoonpale of so
‘n lang tou hou hulle bo
by die pad is hul begin
en loop die ewigheid in
Tot die bossies lê en huil
Het nêrens om te skuil
Nie eers ‘n klip om weg te kruip
Geen dam om van te suip.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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