At the Vaal river finches twitter
and nests hang all over the willow trees
and the fishermen
sit from dusk next to the water,
to try and catch a big one.
I see a monitor
going from the water
into the undergrowth
and hear how the rippling stream
flows over rocks at places
There’s a water beetle
that swims around and around
in a calm pool
and tadpoles that rush to and fro.
With time spent at the river
I find some tranquillity,
while the cars above at the bridge
rush by frantically.
This poem evokes a sense of peace and slowness, and nature is well portrayed. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tranquillity and peace erase the noise of everyday rush and one can just lay back and feel sorry for these flashing cars and stressed drivers, all too soon we are them...still, we have the memories of a quiet time at the river. Lovely write