WINDOW ON THE WORLD
The rays of the African sun
Penetrate the boughs of withering branches. Sheep mow the golden, crunchy grass While crows salvage morsels
From earth’s marooned ship.
The stately home to a pioneer family Perched on the hill,
Nestled amongst blue cliffs Overlooking green sugar fields And countless rows of gum trees.
This was our ancestral home”, says Kovie… A melting pot of architecture,
Home to the affluent and the mendicant.
Adorned with artefacts from East and West. Noted for comfort, peace and tranquility.
Exquisite wall murals, antiques and the mantelpiece. The chandeliers, aquarium and green house.
Cascades meandering through green landscapes. The designer/farmer multi-talented.
And lo; behold darkness envelopes Glen Albyn Farm. The divine lamp of heaven emerges graciously.
Memories, memories to savour of a family that once lived here.
In a cloud of dust the German sedan (Kovs -1ZN) takes to the road.