At times I want to ask God
for just one more summer,
but when I think back
my winters also bloomed.
Nobody would want to pass up
the summer sunshine
at Gordon’s Bay and Margate
with someone smiling at you
but I will also be happy
to have another winter
in the Drakensberg mountains
at Alpine Heath
or to stay at Little Switzerland
with soft arms around me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem