Learned that many of my forbears, the <br />pioneers, had been killed in Natal 1836* <br />my sister has unpacked magazines on <br />it her shop at the truck stop for drivers <br />on their way to Zimbabwe <br /> <br />The books were picked up hungrily, as <br />if more popular than her meringue cake; <br />this scared Quasimodo away - and I find <br />suddenly I am an enthusiast myself for <br />learning about those pioneers <br /> <br />Entering South Africa and delighted with <br />the Truck Stop Tuck Shop, André Rieu's <br />orchestra sparkling in my ears, the hydro- <br />agricultural document about constructing <br />dams reaching its apex, the human phase <br /> <br />Where man-hours are calculated, I am not <br />building the dam anymore, what a relief, I <br />can breathe - with a weekend ahead, life <br />suddenly seems quite wonderful - the <br />dance of love, the tango Olé Guapa <br /> <br />Now taking centre-stage… <br /> <br /> <br />1836* There is a new series on Facebook <br />where the trials and tribulations of the <br />Pioneers are presented as personal <br />Facebook accounts under the names <br />Piet Retief and Dingane, Ulrike my <br />colleague forwarded the information<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-a-relief-i-can-breathe-revised/
