Honderde tente op die kampterein
Soos van ouds op die kerkterein
Dit lyk dieselfde maar die doel verskil
Die liggaam of die siel te vervul
Ons is hier om vakansie te hou
Om te doen net wat ons wou
Om in die see te swem of vis te vang
Sal alles net van jou afhang
‘n Welverdiende rus
Na ‘nn jaar van basetwis
Is dit al waarvoor ek werk?
‘n Oomblik se rus na ‘n jaar se werk?
‘n Tydjie on gediggies te skryf
En ‘n jaar van my my aft e vryf
My gemoed skoon te kry
En my nader aan my oudag te kry.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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