Hy voel vanoggend sleg
Hy voel lus om te veg
Met vuurwarm strale
Fynkam hy die aarde
Hy soek na mens en dier
Die klonkie agter die skuur
En die ou kalant
Hou van kaal lywe op die strand
Die blomme se koppe buig
As hy die water uit hulle suig
Die damme loop leeg
As hy die water uit hulle teug
‘n vriendelike wolk
word gesteek soos met ‘n dolk
maar hy bly doodstil hang
in die strale se gang
Rooi van woede gaan hy onder
Dis nou waaroor ek wonder
Vir wie is hy nou eintlik kwaad
Vir my of die bome langs die straat.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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