We called it Goose Grass
In another place
It might have been Cleavers
We did not know of Galium aparine
It was the key
The sign
Kiss chase was the game
On long summer afternoons
There was laughter
Shrieks and screams
Running through flowered meadows
Scampering on the dry stubbles
The headlong chase
And the capture
Making the Goose Grass
Stick to a frock
Or a cardigan
And the sweet reward
Then off again
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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