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The Sentinel |
Far far away in a place called the
Cape, The Cape of Good Hope,
Cape of Storms or the Cape of what ever picture your fertile Imagination draws. Steep rugged mountains clustered against the backdrop of an elegant sea called the Atlantic Ocean. Peaks of integrity dominate the skyline, among them the Sentinel Which looks out at the mighty waves while protecting the small Inlet of Hout bay like a father lion and his brethren.cuddling his slopes Is a legacy of segregation a concept of hatred which is foreign as a Lunar meteorite to this loving father whose many eyes look upon all life forms marine and terrestrial without contempt but only love. He decorated his shores with majestic forests and fauna. Whales leap out of the little bays waters like small gleeful Toddlers in a pond while the overwhelming afternoon sun Simmers on their backs and glitters on the surrounding waves like sparks of a fallen star on its final journey in the night sky. |
Alon, Johannesburg |
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