Chris van der Westhuizen

Alvorens ek begin vertel,
deel ek eers ‘n kreet, my pel:

Ek's gek oor my plek!

Soggens as die son sy goue strale
ooral in my huis kom strooi,
en varsgebakte karringmelkbeskuit
hul reuk opdringend na my gooi.

Smiddae as hasie en die hoendertjies
die groot, groen grasperk patrolleer,
en Kietsie weereens die fontein
se springende goudvissies ontdek.

Saans na melktert en koffie-kuier,
wanneer Klaasvakie sy sand kom strooi...

Dan dink ek elke keer
aan hierdie huislike atmosfeer:

Ek's gek oor my plek!

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '2004

I'm Crazy About My Place

Before I even start to share,
Let me shout it out, if I dare:

I'm crazy about my place!

Mornings when the sun's gold beams
Spill through my home in glowing streams,
And fresh-baked buttermilk rusks rise
With scents that tempt and tantalize.

Afternoons as bunny and the hens
Patrol the big, green garden bends,
And Kietsie once again sets eyes
On fountain fish that leap and rise.

Evenings after milk tart and coffee delight,
When Sleepy Dust comes with the night...

Then every single time I feel
This homely peace, so warm, so real:

I'm crazy about my place!

                              Chris M. v/d Westhuizen '2004 (Translated from Afrikaans)