Gert Strydom Poems

You were laying with your head on my chest
and said very little during that night
as if words were unnecessary
and still you were against me.
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There was a farm
near a river
where on patrol
we sometimes had to get provisions.
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We were flown in
by a Puma helicopter
hot on the tracts
of a group of terrorists
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Goodbye to the land where the sun always shine,
to the blue sky that always is bright,
goodbye to the light that comes every day
and hello to that midnight which is cold and dark.
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Tonight I am alone again
and know how miserable separation is
and wish that we
could discover the heat of flames
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Our feet were in
green moss filled water,
the wind was in our hair
and the white-hot sun
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How fleeting the long weekend
spent with you was
and sometimes it feels
as if life rushes by
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I walk next to the tomato beds
in our garden and here and there
are a few fig trees
which are covered with green swelling fruit
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I walk past vineyard of grapes,
see the struggle that the small avocado tree
has against the ripe
while a string of doves
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Now that you are away
days are falling apart
and I feel
like the stripped chestnut tree
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