Spring at Cleveland Dam

Far away,
The sun calls.
The veld stirs with eager life.
A trickling stream
Tumbles through its rocky bed.
A vervet tribe,
Rests in an abandoned quarry.
And hidden in the shade,
Protected by granite guardians,
A young queen strives for maturity
In a glory of red and gold flame.


Samantha Gerrard
17 March 1986

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