Gert Strydom Poems

The sun burns furious
and the harsh reality,
of a live in the semi desert
of the Kalahari
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A bullet for a Boer
and kill farmer,
kill a white
still rages on from
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Crow flew up into the air
looking, always searching
with a keen eye
roving down to earth from the sky
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The fire in the holed drum burns bright
and I can see red coals flickering
like the shining stars up in the sky
and white teeth smiles at me
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Bouncing buoyantly, rushing along
the young African baboon
greyish-brown with a green tint
came to the fence of the game reserve
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The fire-lily flowers flaming and bloody red,
the crooked-thorn-bush is thrown over
and between all the incinerated stalks stand
this fire-flower so prettily adorned
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On a cruel cross Lord, my sins became Thine
and were all the riches and power of nature mine,
nothing would befits You as a gift
and never could I repay a love so unblemished and divine.
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(After Dylan Thomas)

Time held me
while I was still young and green
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Beyond Table Bay far within the blue deep
man and horse waits
while their bones lie in sacred bravery
at the sea’s gates
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