3^rd August 1997

                                                            (in dedication)

A Birthdate: in the Magaliesberg

The whispering Magalies breeze

Placed a melody on my lips

Echoing in the rustling trees

Your first song on the guitar.

The majestical Magalies mountains

Reflected the sparkling blue of my eyes soul

As glossy jewels

Shone in the paleness of winter skies.

The dry and coarse Magalies veld

Rendered comfort to my fatigued physique

Vacating its faithful seasoning scent

Slumbering memories of your unique self.

The crusted stony Magalies sand

Yielded to the thought at hand

Engraving a birthday wish

Which the crisp Magalies breeze ...

              Swept up

              And placed on your lips.