This was a corner in my Gauteng garden at my wildlife pond where I allowed the indigenous wild grasses and weeds to grow wild. It was a real haven for small wildlife, birds and insects. All the trees there were indigenous as well – White Stinkwood (Celtis africana) and some Sweet Thorn (Acacia karroo), a favourite for nesting birds because of all the thorns.
Dedicated to all wild-grasses lovers!
They’re building ’em up
skeletons of brand new palaces,
glass is shining everywhere
so neat are the lines
converging and rising from the sea
that feeds my eyes with watery
veins. Though
the place I like most,
is where the wild grass grows,
where angry bikers hit mud hills
and thick-skinned fishermen cradle
pet-boats between one pint
and the other.
—Eszty Arod
