The Heritage Poem by Gert Strydom

I think of those incredible men
who lived out legendary lives
and with a whip, horse and oxen

a rifle or two and the black book in the haversack
crossed the wild plains, mountains and rivers
and conquered lions, buffalo and all savage beasts

and made their houses in the wilderness,
developing farms, towns and cities
and even faced deadly enemies in war

and wanted a life and nothing more,
but now they pass into the remembering,
becoming a piece of ancient history

and yet again we are facing savage men,
a self obsessed government
that inflicts unfair laws

and the power of that black book
stays eternally with us
and our families

and we are driven to our knees
having to trust and believe
that the almighty Lord is with us still
like our fathers did.