- Sarie Marais
- Versies LinderOpperman1961 Deel 1
- Versies LinderOpperman1961Deel 2
- Die Dwergies (C Louis Leipoldt)
- Antjie Krog se gedigte (bv. Ma, Wiskunde)
- Ek het ‘n huisie by die see (HA Fagan)
- Ons huisie
- Karoo Eisteddfod se voorbeelde (volgens grade)
- Eisteddfod Gr. 1
- Eisteddfod Vele Grade
- Eisteddfod Verskeie
- Eisteddfod Engels
- Engels 3/4
- Engels 5/6
- Moontlike gedigte
- Possible poems
- Jaco Jacobs
- C. Louis Leipoldt (As mens oud word)
April 25, 2012
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September 18, 2011
Uit “Hugs for Teachers”
You’re a banker and an artist,
You’re a sprinter and a florist.
You’re an actor. You’re a juggler.
You’re a queen.
You’re a lawyer. You’re a manager.
You’re a nurse, and you’re a counselor.
You do more by noon
Than most have ever seen.
You’re a driver and a poet.
A politician (don’t you know it!)
You’re a botanist, a strategist,
And a judge.
You’re a mother and a father.
You’re a runner and a tightrope walker.
You’re a soldier fighting
In the war on drugs.
You’re a diplomat and an acrobat.
You’re a farmer. You’re a friend.
You tell stories. You mend fences.
You build dreams.
You’re an instructor and a trainer,
A communicator and demonstrator.
You’re a teacher! You’re incredible!
Oktober 29, 2008
Druk op die sêgoed om te vergroot.
Oktober 1, 2008
September 13, 2008
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. - Kahlil Gibran