Early on a winter morning in Cape Town <br />the rain is sieving down as it has done for days, <br />the sky is covered with grey clouds <br />and inside are you and I <br />cosily in a hot bed. <br /> <br />There are footsteps in the hallway <br />that sneaks to the room and two cold children <br />get into the bed with us <br />and when the big old clock strikes seven o'clock <br />its time to get up, to get ready <br />for work and school.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-on-a-winter-morning-in-cape-town/
