Modern reflection
201 Words
The beauty walked through fields renewed,
Past scars still visible, yet hope imbued.
She saw the towns where history slept,
Where generations labored, laughed, and wept.
The eldest brother spoke of battles won,
Yet cautioned her, “The work’s not done.
The world still shifts, with winds of change,
Heritage must adapt, not estrange.”
The middle brother, wise and calm,
Guided her through storms with gentle balm.
“Remember,” he said, “the lessons learned,
For peace and wisdom must be earned.”
The youngest brother, heart full of fire,
Urged her forward, lifted her higher.
“Though shadows linger and trials remain,
Our people endure through joy and pain.”
She saw the farms, the velds, the plains,
Where history’s footprints bore their stains.
Yet through the sorrow, the exile, the fight,
Shone courage, pride, and undying light.
In cities bustling, in markets loud,
She found her people, humble yet proud.
From poets to farmers, from teachers to priests,
The spirit endured, never deceased.
The beauty reflected on lessons of old,
Of brothers’ courage, of stories told.
And realized awakening is not mere sleep,
But vigilance, nurturing, and promises to keep, so shall the Afrikaner spirit be Bold.
- Writer
