Midweek Review
Off the Madding Track
By Lynn Ockersz
Though just a stone’s throw,
From the House of Honourable Sires,
Known for their searing tongue-jousts,
And deafening words of mouth,
Lies sedately-flowing Kimbulawela,
With its little, quickening wonders,
Of the air, earth and water,
Winding through nature’s blooming colours,
Though, crocks, alas, are nowhere in sight,
For, that would step-up the romping joy,
Of the eternally young at heart,
But there’s this long, swanky walking track,
That all those weary inside,
Of our maudlin public goings-on,
Could use everyday with a bounding stride,
For, it holds the key to bringing to an end,
The encroaching ills of the mind and heart.