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It was my Mother's birthday on the 31st March and I wanted to dedicate a poem to her. This one emerged. She was thrilled. So for obvious reasons this one is not for critting. The Natal Midlands is in the Drakensberg mountains and it is misty, chilly and normally very green. It snows there in winter. There are numerous trout and dairy farms. It has an English/British atmosphere. Enjoy!
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The Pond At Rawdons Hotel
By Beverleigh Gail Annegarn
Dedicated to Helen Owen Silcock – my Mother on this day her Birthday 31st March 2006. (One of her favourite places is the Natal Midlands. Rawdons Hotel is in the Natal Midlands.)
Water lilies float easily, swaying silently, bobbing on ripples. Sun stirred petals unlock; warming their glory, flashing to bees and butterflies, all naive to aquatic appetites below. Fat trout weave; gasp, seeking, searching, grubs and matter. A refrain erupts from bulrushes; constant croaking, supports synthesis. Water spider’s sneak, needle-like legs pierce meniscus, Dragonflies hover, wings glimmer almost translucent. The trout rises, swirls - gulps a water spider!</font>
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