South Africa
by Elöise Lötter
Only when you’ve galloped beside the shiny springbok,
Only when you’ve hunted with the cheetah,
Only when you’ve swung from the branches with the puff adder,
Only then, will you know South Africa.
Only when you’ve sat atop the wild wings of the hadada,
Only when you’ve sped away with the Gautrain,
Only when you’ve touched the farmland soil,
Only then, will you know how South Africans live.
Only when you’ve stomped your feet with the rhythm of the meropa,
Only when you’ve chewed at the smoky braai meat,
Only when you’ve jeered with the vuvuzela in your hand,
Only then, will you know who South Africans are.
Only when you’ve strolled along the Strand,
Only when you’ve soaked up the northern sun,
Only when you’ve touched the wild soil of the Karoo,
Only then, will you know where South Africa is.
Only when you’ve run your fingers through the colored flag,
Only when you’ve inhaled the sweet Protea’s scent,
Only when you’ve laid your tongue on the salty Biltong,
Only then,
Only then,
will you know South Africa.
Elöise Lötter
A POEM ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL LAND WE LIVE IN