Back to Artisms & Autistry
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