Gert Strydom Poems

Maybe I saw the faces
of a thousand soldiers
while they prepared for war
and some had grim determination, even dedication
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The sun has risen like a large red ripe orange
and I can almost smell its ripeness
on the early morning air
and I am driving my brand new red BMW
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Halt the job and racial preservation,
forcing people in and out of a nation
into a unknown culture
and let the distinction by made by merit
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I think of those incredible men
who lived out legendary lives
and with a whip, horse and oxen
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You played with a hero character
and I cannot remember if it was Superman
of GI Joe
and your younger brother
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Your golf playing postmaster father
was your god
(and to you there was no other)
who couldn’t see anything wrong
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After your father’s demise
you didn’t have a god
but you had to find one
or you’re writing of children’s stories
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Outside the irises flower yellow and purple
and I haven’t seen a red one yet
and there are some pink and white blossoms
on the fruit trees
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The past winter had come
with black ripe
and had turned the green grass,
even the flowers into dead,
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Lord God, can we ask for your presence,
for a sign of your grace
and let your rain, sun and wind contribute
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