Twintig Jarige Akkerboom

Toe ek vyf was,
Het ek ‘n akker gehad.
Ek het hom hom in my tas gehou,
Want ek het hom gekry by ‘n maat.

Hy was so waardevol vir my,
Ek begrawe hom onder die grond.
Maar toe ek hom soek,
Kry ek net ‘n klont.

Vandag is ek vyf en twintig,
En ek ry verby my ou huis.
Ek sien ‘n akkerboom in die erf,
Toe voel my hart weer tuis.

boom


Written by Louis van Niekerk on 12 January 1999


 

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