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Sitting in a country garden
With roses and with tea
And the birds they are awaiting
For a crumb or two from me
The summer sun behind me
The table set before
The tablecloth is over
Constantia I adore
The flat top of the mountain
The Fynbos all around
Kirstenbosch is nestling
Beneath this sacred ground
Cold water to the western shore
Warm water to the east
The Cape in all it's glory
For your eyes to feast
Apostles are a feature
From the rugged coast
From Hout Bay I can picture it
The place I love the most
Sitting in this country garden
With roses and with tea
I'd place a little wager, you
would rather be here with me.
This poem is about the beauty of Cape Town and Western Cape, South Africa.
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