I’ve always loved haikus, limericks and all short poetry. This one I wrote in Grade 8 (at 14 years). It was an assignment from a teacher, who is now a colleague and reads this blog. The few drops of rain we’ve had reminded me of this poem.
Breuk lig – oomblik sig
poele, plasse oplaas – groei
lustig in geraas.
St. 6 Afrikaans by mnr. H.J. Cloete in opslaan 05.