Gert Strydom Poems

I dream of the sun
and stars that fall
and the eclipse of the moon
and I dream of you,
...

I know of signs
of stars raining down
from the sky
and loosing their glitter,
...

When are so beautiful
and lie and look at me
and your fingers play
through my hair,
...

I want someone to read
my poetry today
and somehow I want it
to be something
...

At a time I was forced
to go to ground zero
and there nobody
wanted to be a hero,
...

They were happily married
and had one or two or three children
or none at all
and shared there lives
...

I must go to the bush again
and for a time be free,
from the inward chill
of the big city
...

We wanted to be free
from the discipline
of boarding school
and catch a lift all the way,
...

When the minister
came to visit the farm
we felt like sinners
and even the labourers looked at him
...

I want you to forget me not
when I am gone
and when this life
leaves me and death
...