The following poem was written on a Saturday morning, in Clanwilliam, when the children just had to close their eyes to remember what it was like.
My Saturday
It is Saturday morning – early Saturday morning.
My eyes are closed.
No school! (I think)
Go to town! (I think!)
Eat everything! (I think)
Ice cream, pizza, burgers, cooldrink.
No boring school lunch.
I’m lazy.
This is thinking time.
Where can I go?
What can I do?
What excitement might happen?
No thinking about last week …
… but next week is a mystery!
