Edinburgh Poem by Gert Strydom

I walk through your streets
determined to find the place of birth
of my great grand father,

do notice a place where eighteen thousand people
were murdered for their faith,
do find your history

covered with heroic deeds and intrigue,
do visit the St. Giles cathedral
do read the words
that the reformer John Knox
fearlessly did say to queen Mary

are caught by rain
in your streets,
and are astonished
by the castle
that does tower out above you

and although nowhere I can find the place
for which I am searching
something of you still does remain in me
when I do return to my own country.