Beloved Country

In these many times since ninety four

I have grown up

And sideways too

With feet firmly planted

As nature might’ve wanted

To hold me fast from every compass

In this life that still rocks back rocks forth in time

Cupping both my ears to knit my brow

Pressing a tear from my cheek I hear

My heart’s mind murmur

And I ask now as I knew then

What became of my beloved country*

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little|red~one

*

Alan Paton published ‘Cry the beloved country ‘ in 1948. Perhaps a reminder that while nostalgia creates fuzzy feelings there is a side that is also conflicted. In D6 if we were to give it a name it might be Hanover Street and only because you still feel it move below your feet like before)