The second half of the poem The Sound of the Trees, by Robert Frost, has been foremost in my mind of late, as parliament sits to contemplate the proposed legislation to curtail press freedom. Given our front page as it is, I’ve included Frost’s poem and will allow you to draw your own conclusions.
The second half of the poem The Sound of the Trees, by Robert Frost, has been foremost in my mind of late, as parliament sits to contemplate the proposed legislation to curtail press freedom. Given our front page as it is, I've included Frost's poem and will allow you to draw your own conclusions.
I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.
Now, on to the rest of this month's edition...
There's another poem on page 29, in the feel-good interview with Michael Dakets, an ex-inmate of the Drakenstein Correctional Facility. He's a new man in every sense and we wish him well on his journey to influence and change lives for the good. There's a taste of more good at Solms-Delta with the launch of their Fynbos Culinary Gardens and Park at Dik Delta on page 3 and for those with a taste for adventure, the unflappable Gary Jolliffe enjoys Franschhoek's Paradise Stables Wine On Horseback tours on page 7...
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