The wind of the Veld
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“The Wind of the Veld”
Beneath the wide and endless sky,
Where golden grass waves as if to sigh,
The Afrikaner spirit walks with pride,
A story etched deep, where ancestors died.
From Jan van Riebeeck’s distant shore,
To the Voortrekkers seeking more,
Through mountains steep and rivers wide,
They carried a dream, they carried a guide.
In wagons drawn, with oxen strong,
They sought a land where hearts belong.
Through sun-scorched plains and winter’s chill,
Their voices whispered, yet echoed still.
Oh, the tales that the veld can tell,
Of laughter, of sorrow, of moments fell,
But in every heart, a flicker remains,
A fire that dances, a link in chains.
Through storms of change and tides of time,
The Afrikaner soul climbs every climb.
Though cities rise where farms once lay,
The language sings in its own way.
In markets, streets, in humble homes,
Through whispered prayers and sacred tomes,
The children learn of olden days,
Of veldt-born dreams and sunlit ways.
Yet shadows come with voices new,
Questioning roots, asking what’s true.
But resilience blooms in quiet hands,
In stories shared across the lands.
Festivals of light, of music, of tongue,
Where history’s melody is proudly sung,
They plant anew, in soil and mind,
A heritage not lost, but redefined.
For in every hand that tills the earth,
In every word that celebrates birth,
There grows a bridge from old to new,
A living thread, a golden hue.
The poets rise, the singers sing,
The bells of memory warmly ring.
Each family table, each hearthstone bright,
Keeps culture burning through darkest night.
Though trials test, and the world may sway,
The Afrikaner heart will find its way.
For strength is not in walls or land,
But in the spirit that will withstand.
Through changing winds, through storm and rain,
Through whispered loss, through fleeting pain,
The stories live, the voices soar,
A people’s song forevermore.
And so beneath the endless sky,
Where golden grass waves and spirits fly,
The Afrikaner stands, both strong and free,
Guarding roots, yet seeking to be.
- Writer
