Easter Weekend Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Lina Spies)

From my childhood I do remember Easter as:
hundreds of children that do play together and sing choruses
from churches right over the Transvaal (but strictly conservative) ,

where everybody came to camp out in tents and caravans
but luckily we did live in a house on the school's campus
and every family member and friend did come

to gather and together hold church at Sedaven,
how the best minister came to preach for the adults,
did remind of God's love and that He is coming soon,

how seriously pious the people did regard everything,
where the whole Easter weekend we were busy holding church
and did trust and believe every word of every minister and leader

until the time that my brother and I and my cousins were naughty,
did let out the air out of some of the wheels of cars at the Camp Meeting,
where the ministers and people in control was very upset

did promise if we do come and confess they would not call on the Police
and our conscience did compel us to do so
but the Police was called in to give us the hidings of our life.

[Reference:"Pinkster" (Pentecost)by Lina Spies.]