Gert Strydom Poems

The shadows of the afternoon are drawing long lines,
against the hillock there are specs of red aloes
while the afternoon lingers, the sun descends,
and a neighbour takes his first sip of wine;
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Most of winter was stripped of life
but in thousands they do suddenly appear
when all of the blue sky is full of fluttering
with migrating birds gliding everywhere
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A jackal is howling at the moon
while the eyes of some small animals gleam in the dark,
the wind moans around the corners of the house
and at times outside its just dark night
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While picking a rose
you are for moments astonished
in wonder over the colour,
the beauty and the soft fragrance
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Outside the wind did blow
while the first blossoms of spring did appear
and I could swear
that there was a whispering,
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the twilight did turn to grey
before the stars broke out and filled the heaven
and slowly you fell asleep
while your eyes at times
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At a crossroad just beyond the tunnel
of the Hartebeespoort dam
on a starry night
I notice a young woman next to road
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When I bring you fried eggs, tomato and toast
you wait upright in bed,
look at me with big eyes
and your face is full of innocence like that of a child
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At the end of night the morning star is still shining bright
and it's as if the breeze sighs in the trees

while last bit of darkness cannot last,
is hanging over the earth like a shroud
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I saw her running through the hay sheaves
with her bare feet treading in the soft leaves
with dancing feet and blue shining eyes
passing some stacks of hay on far off farms
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