Sommer fun Capetown poem
It was eight months ago when I waved the jungle to hell.
The hussle and bussle tripped me into its clutches.
It was buzzing there ok but Capetown seemed so fair.
Trapped by the Jozi freed by the ocean.
I want to stay here and my heart loves the beat.
The sailing, the climbing the ecoing mountain.
The waves and the fynbos the clouds and gushing wind.
The culture and their coo girl vulture.
The kaapse klopse and the fresh water rotse.
Dis hier waar ek wil bly.
It is here that I want to stay.
I look up at the sky and I see the birds blown away .
But my heart is here to stay.
Capetown oh Capetown you saved me from old Jozi .
His clutches were strong and I new his City was wrong.
Captivating here, with the sunsets and sunrises, breakfast on the beach.
Sunsets at Clifton.
Sundowners at Blue Peter.
Sushi at the Capetown Fishmarket.
Shopping at Canal Walk.
Walks in Big Bay.
Blouberg where all the Kitesurfers play.
Houtbay to do seal Island.
Still to do old Robin Island.
Driving out to Betty’s Bay.
With good old friends Ros and Ianni we play.
Matroosberg’s killer hike in the snow.
The breede River and just that, its magnificent river.
Langebaan for romantic getaway weekends.
City Rock to build your muscles up like rock.
Devils Peak to make you squeek.
Lions head to make you free the space in your head.
Campsbay and its poppies.
The Raddison with all its rich toppies.
All colours all the fun, in Capetown bathing, playing, kicking up a storm in the sun.
So yeah, this is my heart put into my Capetown poem.
Like it or leave it.
Shape up or shift out.
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