Weavers And People Poem by Gert Strydom

(for R)

I saw a red weaver
constructing its nest,
building it with knotted grass
up high on a branch
and its mate came
to inspect it
was not happy and pulled it to pieces,
again the finch started from scratch
and its mate came
to inspect it
and made a great noise to rejoice
at the sheer beauty of it.

Each and every house that I picked to rent,
did not agree with you
and for one or other reason
you liked to pick a living place
which was suitable for us.

The house in Muckleneuk ridge,
was far too expensive,
but on your knees you begged me
to take it
and I waved my next new car goodbye
to stop you're crying
and as places go
that house was really something
and you were really glad to live there.