To those three toes... ;O) Should you come and sink yourselves Deep into warm caressing sands Of that special place of mine In wild South African lands. The strangest sensation you will find One that seems to pull them down to grow roots deep within The fine sands of mottled brown For not only lush green trees grow here and birds and animals abound The people are so cultural And plenty to be found From stomping feet in pounding rhythm colourful beads and fur round flame, To boerewors on spitting braai where everyone knows your name. The differences may be vast and wide Within this raw wild land But deep inside we're all the same As God originally planned. So visit this place, my special home And curl up deep inside The warm hot sands would welcome you With arms stretched open wide.

Copyright S.R. Hulley
Chin up, stay strong! Hugs!