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07-18-2005, 04:57 AM #141
07-20-2005, 03:36 AM #142
07-21-2005, 04:02 PM #143
Hi Michelle, ek hou daarvan om al die goed te lees wat jy hier pos, dit laat my sommer positief voel, hou so aan.
Het jy dalk 'n gedig of twee wat deur Boere in die Boereoorlog geskryf is?
07-22-2005, 02:57 AM #144
Ek gaan oor die naweek kyk wat ek vir jou kan doen, ek sal iets bring vir jou.
07-22-2005, 03:05 AM #145
Nobody makes the journey alone.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. "There's a mousetrap in the house! There's a mousetrap in the house!"
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There's a mousetrap in the house." The pig sympathized but said, "I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured that you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the cow. She said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse, I'm sorry for you. But it's no skin off my nose."
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed his wife to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.
The farmer's wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer's wife did not get well. She died. So many people came for her funeral that the farmer had to slaughter the cow to provide enough meat for all of them.
So the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think that it doesn't concern you, remember that when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
Not a bad message to share with friends, is it?
07-22-2005, 03:20 AM #146
07-22-2005, 03:24 AM #147
If you prayed 5 minutes every morning and night,
07-22-2005, 04:13 AM #148
VierKleur Kavalier - Anglo-Boereoorlog. Patriot-versies wat Deneys Reitz seun van oud pres. F.W. Reitz in sy kommandodae geskryf het. (1910)
Op my tent skyn in die nag,
En die speeltyd van weleer
Wat my dinke t'rug-voer ver na
Die ou haardstee, die ou tuiste . .
En dan breek daar, of 't 'n hart is,
Snikkend deur my sielepyn
Throws its rays upon my tent,
In the country where I come from,
And where all I love are yet,
And of scenes I'll ne'er forget.
Then a face comes up before me,
Which will haunt me to the last,
And of happiness that's past.
How much my freedom meant.
Throws its rays upon my tent.
07-22-2005, 04:22 AM #149
Jan F.E.Celliers reden voor grote bitterheid:
Om trou te bly aan dwing'landy?
Aan afgedwonge woord en daad aan wanhoops nood traktaat?
Is dit die weg van eer niks meer?
Om woord te hou aan wie ontrou en woord-verkragting en verraad
Geen woord verpand is bindend woord as oormagsdwang en onskuldsmoord
07-22-2005, 04:29 AM #150
As daar skielik uit geel portrette die streng blik van voorgeslagte groei
Maar tussen balke en vaal mure brand 'n kersie in die kamer stil eenkant
oor sy beroerte-liggaam, soos 'n maan oor stukke seilskip teen 'n kaap vergaan,
waar ander strome aan die wrakhout roer en weg van wind-omwaaide rotse voer.
In 'n riem-oog uit die hoë balke rus sy dooie arm ... 'n oopgespalkte
boavel hang teen die muur, en horings van die groot sterk bokke uit die dorings.
Karosse op die vloer ... maar skielik uit geel portrette groei die streng blik
van voorgeslagte, en ek voel die gloed wat in hul oë brand, mag in my bloed,
mag in my lende nie sy einde vind, moet verder veg teen tier, teen hierdie wind.
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