the journey of a budding author

Thoughts written somewhere in the NE Cape April 2003


As we hurtled along the road to Aliwal North I saw this chimney-piece standing desolate in the veld and these thoughts came to me.

Standing bleakly in a field, a chimney-piece bears witness,

A mute testimony that once a home stood there.

Smoke curled up that chimney with oven stoked beneath

So that the smell of baking filled the house

And love and comfort sheltered those who lived there.

It was a place where people cared and children laughed

And listened rapt while songs were sung

And stories told around the fire.

The walls that once held back the wintry gales are gone

And now the haunting wind moans and sings unhindered

On the desolate hearth.

Elaine Young


Author: booksdefineme

I have always been surrounded by books. My parents had books, books and more books. I haunted the library as a child and when I grew up I worked in books shops. When I had children and they went to school I ran the school library. And my husband keeps on telling me there are too many books in the house. They somehow seem to pile up on every available surface almost of their own volition. I fight back and donate mounds of them to the local library but somehow it is a losing battle. I just find more taking their place! For the last eight years or so I have been wrestling with writing a novel and what a fierce tussle it is. I am about to publish this magnum opus in a few weeks time. I feel as I did when I gave birth to my children; nervous but excited!

2 thoughts on “Thoughts written somewhere in the NE Cape April 2003

  1. Thank you so much for your very kind comments.

  2. Thank you so much for your kind comments.

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