Out of the fog <br />its peaks rose <br />from ancient times <br />and it’s flat top <br />showed man land <br />at the southern tip of Africa. <br /> <br />How many couples <br />did its cable cars carry <br />that asks each other <br />to wed. <br /> <br />When the sun sets <br />and drops into the sea <br />and the light wind <br />plays through your hair <br /> <br />from above <br />you can almost <br />look into eternity <br /> <br />and also know <br />how picture perfect <br />the mother city looks.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-table-mountain/
