| R o b e r t B e r o l d |
| the valley the valley spirit never dies ... use it, it will never fail Lao Tsu the bushbuck make their home here the antbears and the porcupines the british soldiers have been here and gone the sun hunters been here and gone the valley's hair spreads out into ferns her nerves are underground streams her grey eyes see the clouds hurry rain the mist from the sea passes over her face |