A poem by my grandson, Gregory on a tortuous crossing of Van Zyl's Pass in Namibia by his father and brother in a 4 x 4 called Ntwa Dumela. Greg says his Dad's name, too, should have been Ntwa Dumela as he, too, is a lion who greets with fire! (I can vouch for that!) Once there was a Landy Which came in rather handy Namibia was the place; A country of unforgiving space. Touring all dust roads Gears in all manner of modes Up hill and down dale Some as slow as a snail. The true test was Van Zyl's A pass that is said as one tough as nails Low and slow was the whispered call Lest you take a deathly fall. This we approached with great respect It wasn't, you know, a kerbside mall! Slowly we ground on weighing in at almost three tonne The trailer pushing its formidable bulk Upon us like a lumbering hulk And sweat pouring down under a sizzling sun. It took a mighty three long hours But in the end victory was ours. We carved our way over the pass Ntwa Dumela showing its class Like a beast on all fours (And Dad not doing too badly either!) We joined the many names etched and signed on the rocks To prove we'd crossed the notorious Pass Ntwa Dumela had been oh so handy!Margaret Kollmerhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ntwa-dumela-the-lion-who-greets-with-fire/