Blouberg se strand

For all my English-speaking friends, this poem is about children making patterns in the sand on Blouberg beach. The direct translation for Blouberg is blue mountain and this beach is famous for its magnificent view of Table Mountain - a mountain many Capetonians and South Africans are very proud of.

Blouberg se strand

Die son skyn helder
Oor die blouste baai
Water wat glinster
En die wind wat waai

Sand tussen tone
Stokkies in hand
Maak kinders patrone
Op Blouberg se strand

Hello again

I must also mention Wayne Visser who invited me to put my poem on his blog Poets of Africa . He has written some amazing poetry, truly inspiration for all.

It wasn't my intention to write a poem, but I wrote it whilst thinking about home back in South Africa. Who knows, maybe more will follow. I remember having to recite Afrikaans poems in primary school and my favourite was about a mosquito. I've googled it, but can't seem to find the one I did. It was many years ago and now that I've mentioned it, I have to find it.

Suppose I should also concentrate on continuing the stories/experiences I've started.

Until later,

It's a start

I suppose I must start somewhere, so here I go. This is new to me, please be patient. A year ago, I was focused on continuing my love of learning languages - French - to start with. Being new to Open University, I did a short course on Nutrition which I passed. After that course, albeit short, I decided to put French on hold.

One thing led to another and I decided to start writing. Do I start a writing course? I visited many websites, until I eventually plucked up the courage to email Flair for Words. A few weeks went by without an answer and I forgot about it, until I received an encouraging personal letter. I was invited to go along to Writing Buddies in Southampton, where Penny Legg and other writers met. Writers? Was I even allowed? I was nervous about going, but I was invited so off I went. As they say, the rest is history. Penny and the group have been hugely encouraging, pushing me along and without them, who knows where I might have been? Once again, thank-you to all concerned.