Daleen Enslinstrydom

Rookie - 61 Points [Daleen EnslinStrydom] (25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems

241. A Mother’s Work Is Never Done [1] 5/10/2013
242. A Mother’s Work Is Never Done 5/10/2013
243. A Lonely Birthday 5/22/2013
244. A Living Icon 7/3/2013
245. A Jack-Russell Called Jack [1] 4/9/2013
246. A Jack-Russell Called Jack 4/9/2013
247. A Haunting Night 8/8/2013
248. A Gypsy Song 4/29/2013
249. A Granny Without An Apron 11/12/2013
250. A Grandma Is 4/2/2014
251. A Female Friend 4/24/2013
252. A Dwelling Place For My Heart 4/4/2013
253. A Disposition Towards Him 10/3/2013
254. A Dew Fresh Morning 12/12/2013
255. A Bouquet Of Flowers For My Sister 1/23/2014
Best Poem of Daleen Enslinstrydom

The Hands Of A Farmer

I have known those hands all of my life
and many times I have looked at those hands,
at big rough hands that worked the fields
and calluses in their palms tell a own story
and the fingers are big
and when they grab they hold on.

Those are very strong hands
but they are gentle when they touch the family.
Those hands sowed the wheat
and harvested the sheaves,
those hands planted maize
and brought home the first ripe corn.

Those hands brought life,
helped the cow that struggled during birth,
those hands carried the lambs
to a place of ...

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Betrayed By Love

Where the southeaster blows sand
from the beach against the house,
it's as if it blows all the sadness
of yesterday along with it.

She gazes through the window,
like a statue dressed in red
while the morning breaks
and daylight turns to orange-red

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