Just a few words, trying my hand at poetry. Please feel free to comment, I would like to know what the readers think.... Use Google Translate if you do not understand Afrikaans, it gives quite an useful translation, although the poetry will probably lose it's impact. If you use Google Chrome as web browser, you have an automatic "translate" option. Toe, sê iets! LEWER KOMMENTAAR! Dis annoniem en jy WEET jy WIL!
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Monday, 23 April 2012
History
Is history the tale of the land? The earth, the taming or not of nature?
Or is it the tale of the people, the path of genetics of the inhabitants of the land?
The Britons pride themselves on heroes that are actually not their kin. The inhabitants of modern Britain are mostly NOT the descendants of Boudeca or, as she used to be known by the Latin influenced Victorians: Boudecea. Neither is the legendary king Arthur close family to any Englishman walking on the fields of Twickenham. He would probably be more comfortable in Wales or even Cork in Ireland. Aye, there his kinsman be.
Today's Englishman's closest relatives probably lives in Germany and Denmark. Deutchland über alles may actually be cut into the stone hearts of Queen and country by the double helix that define every mans' soul!
Be it Peter, John or Paul. Cousins to Hans and Otto.
Not to Gwyneth and Hamish.
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