“Above, the blue, blue sky:
and far below, the falling stream
drifts through the orchards with
a flash of green.
And no sound breaks the hovering peace
of this still mountain scene.”
Farm Gate (Uys Krige)
“Above, the blue, blue sky:
and far below, the falling stream
drifts through the orchards with
a flash of green.
And no sound breaks the hovering peace
of this still mountain scene.”
Farm Gate (Uys Krige)